Ange circled around over the bridge that
crossed the interstate and stopped a few yards from the exit, his
headlights dying just before they reached the stranger. He let the
car idle for a full minute before he flashed his high beams to get
the guy’s attention, then he waited. Couple of seconds later, a
shadow detached itself from the night around it and ran for the
car.
Ange rolled down the window and cool wind
whipped in, chilling him as it dispersed the smoke from his
cigarette. When the guy leaned down, arms crossed on the door
frame, Ange got a good look at him up close for the first time.
Rain spiked his eyelashes into tiny triangles
and ran down his cheeks like tears. His eyes were pools of ink in
his face, wide and black. A faint moustache struggled to grow above
wind
