A Mysterious Meeting
The boy couldn’t have been more than ten, standing alone on the edge of a desolate highway, clutching a worn backpack. I slowed to a stop and rolled down my window. “You alright, kid?” He stared back at me, wide-eyed and clearly frightened, but gave a hesitant nod and mumbled something I couldn’t quite catch. There was something about the way he spoke that put me on edge, but I couldn’t just leave him there. I unlocked the door and let him climb in, planning to drop him off at the next town. As we drove, he began to share his story. The moment the words left his mouth, my heart sank. I slammed on the brakes and spun the truck around without a second thought.
A Mysterious Meeting
An Unlikely Passenger
The boy climbed into the passenger seat and sat silently, clutching his backpack as if it held his entire world. I couldn’t help but wonder about his story. The low rumble of the truck’s engine filled the quiet cabin, the only sound breaking the stillness. As I drove, searching for the right words to say, he glanced into the rearview mirror. Not casually—more like he was checking for something. Or someone. It was the look of someone afraid they were being followed.
An Unlikely Passenger
