BRIGHTWELL
Time Walker
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Mike Futures leaned on the fender of his battered Ford. He tapped out an out of state cigarette out of the pack. He swore for the millionth time he was going to quit. It just never seemed to happen. Mike had been on the road for two days. He was hungery and tired, but more then anything else he was road wary. He pulled over to clear the cobwebs from his mind and to look at something besides the endless ribbon of concrete he had driven through. It was a sorely need break.
He was on a county road that ran next to a small lake. He had parked under a tree to keep the sun off his face, now the sun was fading and casting shadows across the green carpet of grass that layed out in front of him. A breeze off the lake gave him a chill. And he starts to look around. He straightens himself up and walks over to lake edge to take a look at the water. He notices a small oil slick riding on the little waveletts that are caused by the breeze over the water.
He realizes that it is almost dusk and the new found darkness is surrounding him like a cloak. Soon he would be able to see only the darkness, and hear the lapping of the water around his side of the lake. He turnes and heads back to his car and crushes his cigarette with his shoe on the ground near his Ford. He walks up to the car door, but resists opening it. He crosses his arms a places his chin on the intertwined fingers and leans on the roof of the car.
It is dark now and Mike has yet to move from his temporary lakeside camp. He watches as the moon starts to cast a silvery glow over the landscape. His thought are interupted by a splash of light that cut through the darkness at the far end of the grassy feild. The sound of music echoes just for second off the trees. He had found civilization after all and it took the darkness to clue him in. Isn't that the way it goes some times. He thinks.
He lifts himself off the roof of the car, and slowly walks toward the light he had seen from the lake. As he gets closer he can hear the music much clearer now and there are beer neons lighting up the place. The LAKE SIDE B & G. He opens the front door and walks in.
He was on a county road that ran next to a small lake. He had parked under a tree to keep the sun off his face, now the sun was fading and casting shadows across the green carpet of grass that layed out in front of him. A breeze off the lake gave him a chill. And he starts to look around. He straightens himself up and walks over to lake edge to take a look at the water. He notices a small oil slick riding on the little waveletts that are caused by the breeze over the water.
He realizes that it is almost dusk and the new found darkness is surrounding him like a cloak. Soon he would be able to see only the darkness, and hear the lapping of the water around his side of the lake. He turnes and heads back to his car and crushes his cigarette with his shoe on the ground near his Ford. He walks up to the car door, but resists opening it. He crosses his arms a places his chin on the intertwined fingers and leans on the roof of the car.
It is dark now and Mike has yet to move from his temporary lakeside camp. He watches as the moon starts to cast a silvery glow over the landscape. His thought are interupted by a splash of light that cut through the darkness at the far end of the grassy feild. The sound of music echoes just for second off the trees. He had found civilization after all and it took the darkness to clue him in. Isn't that the way it goes some times. He thinks.
He lifts himself off the roof of the car, and slowly walks toward the light he had seen from the lake. As he gets closer he can hear the music much clearer now and there are beer neons lighting up the place. The LAKE SIDE B & G. He opens the front door and walks in.
