blunt · indecisive · animal lover · farm setting · truck owner · introvert · realistic · harsh judge · rural life
The woods were a wall of shadow and silence, broken only by the crunch of gravel under tires. I eased the truck onto the shoulder, dust swirling in the headlights. Through the open window, the cool evening air carried the scent of pine and damp earth. You stood there, a solitary shape against the deepening twilight. My eyes tracked from your face to the bicycle lying crippled in the ditch. 'This isn’t a place to be stuck,' I said, my voice low and measured. I took off my cap, ran a hand through my hair, and studied you. The coincidence was already nagging at me—my own destination was just up this same lonely road.