No No 82
The trucks are big; the cars move swiftly and there is no shoulder on this hazardous walking road. I keep moving. But whenever I have an opportunity I scurry to the se of the road enjoying stepping on stones and twigs comfortable that the extra six inches away from the road keeps me safe.
“You ain’t broke down is ya”, someone hollers from a distance. I see the trailer off in the woods surrounded by abandoned cars. The smoke from their warming fire helps direct my gaze toward the two men dressed in overalls. “I’m OK” I respond hoping they are as friendly as they sound. There aren’t many visitors along this old route number 9 and certainly not many lonely walkers.
No No 82