I was starting to get a little worried. I
continued to look ahead of me and into the sky. The stars were
bright, and were I not so preoccupied trying to find the Mothman, I
might have enjoyed them, but instead of enjoyment, a worried
feeling coursed through my stomach. What if I had lost him? What if
I were wrong? What if that had not been the Mothman, but some crazy
illusion my mind had supplied after dreaming?
Just as I felt doubt began to fill my head,
I felt the car began to shudder.
“Oh, no!” I shouted. “I’m out of gas!”
I turned the wheel as best I could, and
shifted into neutral. I was thankful that I was gliding down a hill
so that I had some momentum to keep the car moving as I steered to
the side of the road. I put the car in park and sat there.
“Fuck!” I shouted to the night.
I was sitting on the side of the road in God
only knows where in a car with no gas wearing only a bathrobe with
no shoes. Life was amazing sometimes.