By Andreas Avraam
The car sped past, leaving us alone in the darkness.
Heinrick, owner of the nearest service station, knew where hitchhikers could stay. He offered us a ride. On the way, he made a call.
“Three. One boy. Two girls. Brunette and blonde.”
Upon arrival he took our passports and left. The God Channel was on TV. I picked up the remote. The screen flickered from static to static.
A priest went on about Jonah, locked in the whale’s stomach. I sat by the door with a bat. Wolves howled outside.
In the morning Heinrick returned with our passports. He brought croissants.
A good unexpected ending. I thought the croissants were a nice touch. I wonder why he took the passports though.
Same. Also, the relevance of their hair colour.
This was actually based on my last experience hitchhiking! He took the passports to ensure we didn’t damage the property….
nice!
Thank you!
i linked the hair colour comment to her/his feeling of impending dread, hence the bat. i liked the danger of that touch of mystery. maybe implying a trafficking ring?
great tiny story, with croissants in the morning sun.
Thank you so much Nancy! That what exactly what I was trying to portray, the fear of trusting a stranger and the miscommunication that can cause paranoia
You achieved that very well.
Brave trio! Lucky for them there were croissants