The wind was crisp and it chilled Keith’s pale cheeks and he felt
the deathly cold that kissed it. The road was a lonely one; desolate, poorly paved,
and empty on both sides except for the sprawling emptiness of the rolling sea
of grass that swayed like gentle green waves on a dull day.
Keith pulled his coat tighter around himself and he yanked the
collar up. His breath fogged up in front of him as he continued to walk down
the lonely road alone. Not a single vehicle had passed by and Keith didn’t
remember how far it was to the next town or the last one he was in but he continued
to walk anyway.
Pebbles crunched underneath the soles of his boots when Keith
halted in his tracks. He stared down the long and empty road in front of him
whose end stretched on and on until it disappeared in the gray mountainous
horizon. Then, Keith wondered to himself what time he’ll get home tonight; certainly
late if he’s not able to hitch hike a ride.
But it’s been hours. It’s been very long hours since Keith has
seen a soul in this lonely highway. He sighed; Keith will not hear the end of
it from Lance for getting back home late. He had a car but had to leave the
rusty bucket of bolts at the side of the road when it overheated. He had to
make is way back on foot and for some reason, he’d lost his phone too.
Luck wasn’t on Keith’s side today.
Keith tugged on his coat in an attempt to pull it tighter against
himself and he rubbed his hands together before he blew into his cupped palms to
fight off the numbing cold on his fingertips. Then, he resumed his pace,
clueless that his ghost was forever trapped and doomed to endlessly walk the
length of the lonely road where he met an accident thirty years ago.
I was looking for a prompt as a writing warm up before I finish my zine piece wip and well, this came up.
For someone who wants to be with someone so badly.. i’d probably just pass out if i actually got with someone now. I’ve Been on my own for so long now i dont think i’d know What to do. Damn thats sad to think about.