I’m on the roadside in the rain and finally somebody stops.
“Hop in.” A kind face says.
We make small talk, then the local news cuts into our conversation. Three people have been found shot dead in a house just two miles from where he picked me up.
“There’s some nasty people out there, you be careful hitching rides.”
“I am.” I say.
Little does he know that I am the worst of them all. I look down at my skirt and see several small splashes of blood. I tuck the fabric between my knees and change the subject.