Saturday, October 8, 2016

Eleven Miles of Night: Reading #104:





But when the truck finally came to a stop and its door opened, the driver—to Jason’s relief—was not Terrence. The driver was an elderly man who was at least seventy and possibly closer to eighty. He had fine white hair and liver spots on his cheeks. Stepping out of the truck, he held up his hand: “Hold on there, fella. Didn't mean to startle ya.”