By the Road

Insanely mad. Driving down this country road at least my headlights work. Wait. What’s this? Hitchhiker at this hour. Weird looking. Black hooded robe. Real pale face under it. Hand and thumb look bony. Carrying what looks like a scythe. Fuck, who would pick this guy up? Fuck him. Wait a minute. It’s really cold out there. What the hell. Stop the car. Back up. If someone rear ends me it’s their goddamn fault. The law, right? Better be. Wait. That’s where he was. By the post. Damn. Can’t be. The guy’s gone.