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The Ride
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THE RIDE BY RECHIANA
'Old habits die hard but sometimes they kill you.'
An overweight middle-aged Caucasian male with grey eyes and a greasy bald head drove his truck down an open road.
The cool wind from his window refreshed him as he stuffed his mouth with nuts. He pumped his fist to the metal blasting through his radio. His walkie talkie buzzed and he turned down the music.
"Yo Stevie, what's up?" he cheerfully asked and crushed some more nuts in between his teeth.
"How far long are you, Jones? You know that we have a deadline!" Stevie's raspy voice blasted through the speakers.
"Only two more hours and I'll be there," Jones replied and smirked at the sound of grumbling from the other side.
"Fine, just get here by then or you're fired." Stevie harshly threatened.
"Okki dokki," Jones replied and laughed at the mumbling that followed.
Jones changed the radio station with his greasy fingers and leaned back on his chair. His eyes focused on the road while his ears ignored the adverts playing on the radio.
'Good morning, this is Tom Edwards with more news concerning the recent killings in Kansas City. We have received word that more bodies of hikers have been found in the woods. All of them contained multiple stab wounds. Sheriff Roderick urges all residents to stay in doors and be cautious when out. He further states that - '
Jones turned the station back to Rock FM. His eyes spotted two slender women by the roadside. They appeared to be college students in their early twenties. He twisted his face in disgust as he observed them arguing. One of them hesitantly raised her hand but Jones drove right past them and grunted.
"With that killer on the loose, it's going to be difficult for me to find the right company for my road trip." Jones finished his nuts.
He pulled out a can of Red Bull when he saw a boy in a blue hood. Jones' eyes trailed his tiny figure, and he licked his lips. When the boy raised his hand to stop the...
*****
THE RIDE BY RECHIANA
'Old habits die hard but sometimes they kill you.'
An overweight middle-aged Caucasian male with grey eyes and a greasy bald head drove his truck down an open road.
The cool wind from his window refreshed him as he stuffed his mouth with nuts. He pumped his fist to the metal blasting through his radio. His walkie talkie buzzed and he turned down the music.
"Yo Stevie, what's up?" he cheerfully asked and crushed some more nuts in between his teeth.
"How far long are you, Jones? You know that we have a deadline!" Stevie's raspy voice blasted through the speakers.
"Only two more hours and I'll be there," Jones replied and smirked at the sound of grumbling from the other side.
"Fine, just get here by then or you're fired." Stevie harshly threatened.
"Okki dokki," Jones replied and laughed at the mumbling that followed.
Jones changed the radio station with his greasy fingers and leaned back on his chair. His eyes focused on the road while his ears ignored the adverts playing on the radio.
'Good morning, this is Tom Edwards with more news concerning the recent killings in Kansas City. We have received word that more bodies of hikers have been found in the woods. All of them contained multiple stab wounds. Sheriff Roderick urges all residents to stay in doors and be cautious when out. He further states that - '
Jones turned the station back to Rock FM. His eyes spotted two slender women by the roadside. They appeared to be college students in their early twenties. He twisted his face in disgust as he observed them arguing. One of them hesitantly raised her hand but Jones drove right past them and grunted.
"With that killer on the loose, it's going to be difficult for me to find the right company for my road trip." Jones finished his nuts.
He pulled out a can of Red Bull when he saw a boy in a blue hood. Jones' eyes trailed his tiny figure, and he licked his lips. When the boy raised his hand to stop the...
