Tony leaned against the door, feeling the car roll along the dirt road. Morning light filtering through the trees flashed across his face. He sighed leaning back. They'd been driving for miles and, as far as he could see, all there was were trees, trees, and more trees. An occasional house and that dingy little gas station had popped up beside the highway but God he hated this place already.


I wrote this exactly 1 year ago. My how time flies.