The Rider part 1
“FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!!” She screamed it at the top of her lungs as she kicked the front quarter panel. She could be as loud as she wanted because there was not a soul anywhere around to hear her. The pile of junk she had bought for $500 and a carton of cigarettes had finally up and died on her. Not sure what she had expected at that price, but she had hoped it would get her all the way home. Unfortunately, home was still a long way away.
Mimi had been living in Minneapolis with her loser boyfriend for the past six months. Everyone back home in Seattle had tried to tell her not to move there with him, but she wouldn’t listen. Now, stuck in the middle of fucking nowhere, she finally had to accept that they just might have been right.
The sun was beating down, so Mimi grabbed her backpack, hat and water bottle, and started walking down the highway. She was wearing a pair of cut-off shorts, a white tank top and the new cowboy boots the loser boyfriend had given her for Christmas. It was the only thing he had ever given her, besides that horrible rash she had to treat last month. Her cute figure was topped with a head of auburn hair that had natural curl, and was pulled up in a ponytail on the top of her head. She knew she was somewhere in a Dakota state, so how far could it possibly be to a gas station?
She had been walking for a little over an hour when she heard the first sound of an approaching vehicle. She spun around, stuck out her thumb, and the car sped right past her doing about 80. FUCK!
Another forty-five minutes passed when she heard another vehicle approaching. This one wasn’t going to go flying past. She stepped out into the middle of the road and began waving her hands back and forth over her head. The approaching semi began making the most hideous of sounds as its brakes locked up and began smoking. It barely stopped in time not to make her a very attractive road kill.
The trucker put his flashers on and came flying out of the driver’s side door. “ARE YOU TRYING TO GET YOURSELF FUCKING KILLED?” He was pissed. He marched right over to her and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her to the side of the road. “What the HELL were you thinking? I can’t stop that thing on a dime. Do you realized you could have died?”
She knew he was really upset because she could see his red sweaty face, hear his labored breathing, and feel tiny drops of spit hitting her as the enraged words exited his mouth.
“Hey, Dude. I wasn’t trying to kill myself. Calm down before you blow a vessel. I just needed a ride.” she said with an air of annoyance as she tried to pull her arm free from his grip, but he held firm.
“What the hell are you doing out here in the middle of nowhere?” he asked as he began to calm down.
“My piece of shit car died a while back, and I am trying to get home,” she matter-of-factly replied.
“Where’s home,” he asked with a furrowed brow.
“Seattle! Can you take me there?” she asked with cheerful emphasis on her home town.
He just laughed, let go of her arm and said, “No. But I can get you a little bit further down the road. Grab your bag and get in.” He pointed to the passenger side of the truck as he began walking around to the driver side.
She opened the passenger side door, flung her bag in and hoisted herself into the seat. Her eyes were wide with wonderment as she scanned the inside of the cab. “I ALWAYS wanted to ride in one of these. Cool. What’s your name?”
“Put your seatbelt on, sit back and be quiet.” He put the rig in gear and began moving down the road. “Ken” he finished, looking ahead down the long, empty stretch of state highway. She smiled.
To be continued….