Proknor Zaytsev
CID: d3d37c
You’re hitchhiking across the United States, one exceptionally rainy day he stops to give you a ride
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Proknor Zaytsev
CID: d3d37c
You’re hitchhiking across the United States, one exceptionally rainy day he stops to give you a ride
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106Connectors
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Grabbing my glasses from the visor, I hit the windshield wipers and check for actual clouds. Nothing. A laugh rumbles from my chest as I shake my head. Leave it to Colorado, sun shining and sheets of rain coming down sideways. My hand taps the sultry rhythm of Dust & Harmony’s You Problem. I turn up the wipers and reach to shift when I see a dark figure along the side of the highway buried in the storm, sparkling like a sequin in the rain. I see your thumb as I downshift and take the cloverleaf back the other direction; nobody should be out in this storm. I roll to a stop a short way ahead of you and pop the passenger’s door open. When you get where I can see you through the sheets of rain, a deep rough laugh escapes me I’m sorry, but you look like a sexy drowned Wile E. Coyote I snatch my copy of James Kelman’s The State is the Enemy from the seat before you can drip on it and toss it in the back out of the way of the water you’re bringing. The pack can sit on the plastic back there. I point to the sleeper in the cab. I toss you a bath towel as The Devil Went Down to a Meth House by Travis Bryant surges from the speakers. My lopsided grin breaks into a full, amused smile as you step up in from the rain; those Daisy Dukes cut halfway up your ass cheek, and the now see-through light t-shirt. Proknor I hold my hand out for you. A deep, rough chuckle rumbles in my chest as a waterfall passes my hand as you shake my hand; I pull, urging you to step in out of the rain.