Hitch Hiker

                The rain beaten road shifted underfoot with each step. Tall green grass swayed gently in the breeze. They took their hands and stuffed them in their pockets, head low, keeping close to the edge of the road. The moon cast deep shadows over the road and surrounding fields. Old wooden fences creaked and groaned, barbed wire clinging to life on the wooden posts. The smell of rain hung in the air, crisp, clean. Their old battered sneakers trudged on. The breeze continued. Trees aching with disturbance. Crickets sang their low tune through the fields. Their backpack slumped heavily against them. Old rusted train tracks sat in the distance like a guarded gate to the dirt road beyond. The world was small and quiet. The cold air invaded their clothing and they clung close to themselves. Their feet continued, slow and steady, on the muddy rain beaten road.

Reviews

[Sam]

You paint an excellent picture. I can imagine the scene in my head, and such a simple one too, the sights the smell, the time of day. Such prose should gain my praise, for you penned it well, but anyways...
Well done. If it is not too bold, I look forward to future works.

[elvenom]

That was really nicely written. In the way one can feel and visualize the actual words. Congratulations!