He sits reading his book, far away from all conversation. His hands are scarred and rough from his life. His face is unshaven and expressionless. He gets up to sign in, a daily routine. The clothes he wears are dark, worn, and old. His eyes are barely open as he flips another page in his book. His home away from home is the A&P. His hard work leads to money, but it also takes a toll on him. There are bags under his eyes and he slouches, too tired to even sit up.

On a Dark Desert Highway


Jimmy drove down the highway. He saw a man walking alone.
“You need a ride?”
“Sure.”
As he got in, the radio blurted out, “Be on look out for murderer. He is a white male with a scar over his right eye.”
Jimmy turned to see the scarred face staring back with an evil grin.