Aaron’s journey out of Florida had taken him longer than he’d planned. He thought with the heat people would be heading north to escape it. They were, but not many were interested in giving a lonely hitchhiker a lift. It’d taken him two days to get as far as St Marys, Georgia. His last ride had been with Petal Blossom and Eagle Sky, a weird but friendly older hippy couple driving a rusty VW camper van, the interior of which smelled of a mixture of fresh tomatoes and burned tea leaves. Aaron was no fool. He knew it was m*******a, but as the old couple didn’t let on or smoke the stuff in front of him, he stayed dumb.
They dropped him off at a diner just off the interstate where Aaron ate a late breakfast and then slowly walked back toward the interstate.
But the intolerable heat and humidi
