It was a dark and stormy night, sheets of rain angrily lashed on to Harold’s car which was hurtling down the deserted I-680; when his heart jumped at the shocking sight of himself on the road, covered in dirt and blood, and thumb outstretched.
It was a dark and stormy night, sheets of rain angrily lashed on to Harold’s car which was hurtling down the deserted I-680; when his heart jumped at the shocking sight of himself on the road, covered in dirt and blood, and thumb outstretched.
I want to hear the rest!
This was eerie!
So eerie! And so many questions…what happened to Harold???
I’d think I’d be driving on if I were Harold. Eek!