I STUCK out my thumb and said, "Michael—you don't know how it feels to be out here all alone." Then I stared at the vacant highway. Cold air made me blink. We walked along the shoulder, our boots digging into the gravel...
"The Easier Way,"
Sketch: Vol. 39
, Article 1.
Available at: http://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol39/iss3/1