THE PICKUP TRUCK PULLED OVER
AND STOPPED TO PICK ME UP
HURRYING, I TOOK A DRINK
OF COFFEE, A TRUCK STOP CUP
I OPENED THE DOOR, GOT IN
NODDED TO THE BIG MAN
“THANKS FOR THE LIFT”
“I’VE WALKED AS FAR AS I CAN”
“WHERE YA HEADIN,” HE ASKED
AS HE PULLED BACK ON THE ROAD
“NO WHERE IN PARTICULAR”
THE BACK SEAT MY GEAR I STOWED
SIZING HIM UP I BOLDLY ASKED
“DON’T YOU EVER GET SCARED?”
“LOTS OF CRAZIES ON THE ROAD”
“MOST ARE MENTALLY IMPAIRED”
SMILING, NODDED, HE DROVE ON
GIVING ME AN OCCASIONAL GLANCE
IN MY MIND I SUDDENLY THOUGHT
WELL, WHY NOT TAKE A CHANCE
“HAVE YOU EVER CONSIDERED
A SERIAL KILLER I MIGHT BE?”
“I COULD TAKE YOUR SORRY LIFE”
“DOESN’T MEAN A THING TO ME”
A DEMONIC LAUGH I THEN HEARD
I KNEW I WAS OUT OF LUCK
HE SAID, “WHAT ARE THE ODDS
TWO SERIAL KILLERS IN A TRUCK!”
The Hoosier Wordsmith contains short stories and poetry pertaining to life’s experiences and trials. The content contains varying subject matter from humor, satire, patriotism and God’s everlasting love.
Friday, June 24, 2022
THE HITCHHIKER
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