A Dim Reflection in the Rear View Mirror

This day was different, I could feel it when I woke up this morning and climbed into my beat-up Ford truck at three AM. The cold black upholstery chilled me to my core as my back relaxed in the familiar arches of the driver’s seat. When my high beams caught a figure on the side of the road I knew why. Today I was picking up a hitchhiker.