308. Just to the north of Grafton …*

Late afternoon, shadows extend

Day darkening quickly.

Greg and I on roadside

Finger calmly points our destination &

Pleads for a ride.

Frustration & imminent night

Suspends sense. Raises suspense.

Roadside “hikers’ point” morphs into

Road centre distressed desparate’s dance.

Flailing arms, jumping & shouting.

(ROTFLMAO)**

Crazy long-hairs – who’ll stop??

Then … someone did!!

Note

* This Short Memory is connected to yesterdays … up until this moment, our journey had been uneventful.

** Modern Txt Language, unavailable back in the day, is great for a 50 word limitation.