" get me to Snowtown "

He had always guarded his identity well. His colourful past remained just that, past. Painful memories and sleepless nights cut deep into his persona. A truly fucked legacy was his only claim to fame.
She had picked him up hitchhiking, besieged by flies in the noonday sun.
" Thanks for stopping ", he muttered.
" Get in ", she demanded, " What the hell are you doin out here? ".
" Just gettin away ", he mumbled.
He climbed up into the cattle truck amid the dust and flies. Keith Urban warbled at them as she worked up through the gears. He studied her powerful forearm wrestling with the gear lever as her left leg double pumped furiously at the clutch.
" I need to get to Snowtown by 7 o’clock ", he spat out, " Got business there ".
The sun was now two fingers off the horizon. He focussed on where he knew the key was hidden.

" get me to Snowtown "

mick8585

Melbourne, Australia

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My contribution to the November challenge. Thanks to Sorin for the inspiration.

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