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Trudge down the side of the road
Not quite sure of where I’m going
My thumb’s out.
Car rushing past
Stop.

Door opening with a clean weight present
Pops a head out
Says
“You need a lift?”
Yeah.

Slam. Shunk.
Door’s sealed now.
“Where are you going?”
To the end of the road.
“Guess I can take you there.”

The ride’s long.
Road gets better, then
Deterioration.
It’s bumpy.
Potholes filled with emptiness.

We’ve grown close.
Him and I.
Can’t fend for myself
I need him.
Each time the door opens, dust and bugs and leaves come rushing in.
Relationship’s kinda strained by annoyances sometimes
Like that.

I’m sick of the ride
I’m sore
Everything is uncomfortable by now.
Think I’ll get out of here.
Though it’s not my destination.

“Please stay. Ride with me a little longer.”
No. I’ve enjoyed our company, but…
“At least let me keep a momento of our time together.”
Alright…
The knife comes out.
“You can have back the rest of your stuff…”
My heart.
My hand.
Excruciating pain.
“I’ll just keep your thumb, so I’ll always remember how we met…”
Bleeding.
I think I’m inadvertently giving the rest of myself to him, even the parts that I didn’t give before.

“You want to stay with me forever, after all? All of you?”
No. But it’s too late.
I think we’ve reached the end of the road.
At least I have.
His side continues on.
My side is a cliff.
And I’ve fallen.

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Yeah, depressing....didn't turn out as well as I'd hoped. That's the last time (hopefully) I wait until the next morning to write something down...

On the surface, it's just a story about a hitchhiker who is murdered. But I hope you see the deeper stuff underneath.

...where and why, exactly, no one really knows...