A master of discipline

Gilt stopped by in the middle of the road.

He was on his way to Missouri when the car stop on its track and he had to parked it on the sideway. An explosion of steam moaned and gassed out the moment Gilt open the hood. He turned away from the smoke and waited. The complications was the usual ones he encountered before; the air cooling is damaged and its battery issue.

Gilt stole this car from a locale shop in a small neighborhood on the road. It's rusty, but he have no choice.

“What a day, hm.” Gilt mumbled to himself.

The weather is oppressive today. The hot air became still. Even the birds around five yard away from the center of his position docked under the tree and rested.

Gilt stood at the side of the road, waiting for any passerby.