The Eternal Traveller.

The road goes ever on.Tree after tree.Bush after bush.White line bluring into white line.
His eyelids started to feel heavy.Jim Price had been on the road all day.Long Distance Lorry Driver.‘’Who in their right mind,eh’‘? Still it paid well.And it had it’s perks.The freedom of the open road.No boss looking over your shoulder,(He’d had a bellyfull of that,in the past).
Darkness started to decend,when he saw the signpost.CHELTENHAM 10 Miles.
‘’Oh thank god for that’‘.He muttered to himself,(although he didn’t believe in god).
‘’Home sweet home’‘. And a couple of cold ones, before turning in. He looked forward to the ’cold ones’.
‘’Hello, whose this’‘? In the distance, jim spied a figure standing at the side of the road.Arm stretched out,thumb in the air.A ’hitchhiker’.
‘’Go on then’‘. ’’I’ll be the good samaritan’’.‘’A bit of conversation, to keep me awake’‘.
He pulled the lorry up close to the hitcher,and opened the door,for him to climb aboard.
He had a very dishevelled appearance. And a cold stare that made jim feel a bit uneasy. He was begining to wonder if he had made a mistake.
’’Where are you going mate’’? Asked jim.
The hitcher made no reply. He just pointed up the road in front of him.
‘’Ok, Well, do let me know ,when you want to get out’‘.
’’So much for the stimulating conversation’’ .Jim thought to himself.’’I’ve got a right one here’’.
The journey continued in silence.And jim noticed the atmosphere had become very cold.Sending a shiver through his body.
‘’Do you fancy some music’‘? Asked jim.Again,nothing from his strange companion.
He reached down and turned on the radio.’The Absolute Classic Rock Show’.Iron Maidens.. ‘The Number Of The Beast’.Came blaring out of the speakers.Again ,prompting no reaction from the hitcher.
Coming to a set of red traffic lights,jim pulled out a packet of chewing gum from his jacket pocket.
‘’Do you want one of these mate’‘? ’’JEEESUS’’…..!
As he turned to offer him one, the hitcher was no longer sitting there.
Jim looked around him,in a state of shock. How the hell could he have got out without him noticing.The cab light didn’t come on when he opened the door.The hitcher was nowhere to be seen.He had simply vanished into thin air.
The traffic lights turned green,and jim put his foot down.He drove like a ‘bat out of hell’. Shaking with fear.
When he reachedCheltenham.He decided not to go straight home.But to the ‘Cat and Fiddle’ pub.He needed the company of friends,and a double Scotch.
When he arrived,and ordered his drink.The barmaid uttered the immortal words.
‘’Whats up jim’‘? ’’You look like you’ve seen a ghost’’.

The Eternal Traveller.

Peter Allton

Cheltenham, United Kingdom

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A very short story. Which is acually based on a true account.

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