Roadtrip, pt1

It wasn't until I was on the plane heading back home again, somewhere over the Pacific, that I realised what he had said. The answer had been there all along, and the thought of that sugarpumped hobo being spot on made me want to parachute out of the plane and swim back, just to change it all and prove him wrong. But, I am getting way ahead of myself, or at least of the story.

Operation Desert Storm

-“Do you feel lucky, punk?” he wheezed out of the corner of his mouth, squinting at her with a challenging look. She blinked twice, not knowing whether this guy was real, or another mirage. The heat was really playing tricks with her head, and this wasn't the first time she'd doubted both her eyes and sanity since she first started her walk across the desert.