Onward Alone

Tim used Rachels trick and drove parallel to the highway. He took his time but kept on a southerly route. He didn’t need to plug a destination in the GPS, he pretty much knew which way to go.

The sun crept up into the sky, lighting his view of the city from a shadowed and foreboding to crisp and light, an underdeveloped too-real photo. By the time he reached the outskirts of the border crossing the sun had made its way fully into the sky. Even at this early hour lines of cars snaked into the unseen distance.

Tim pulled over to mull for a bit. He didn’t feel conspicuous as other cars were on the side ahead of and behind him, shuffling around for various reasons both benign and malignant. He was just sitting here to think, nothing wrong with that. He knew he had to get through here and he did not have a good feeling about waiting in any of those lines. Whether it was a “feeling” or an actual aversion he wasn’t sure and wouldn’t take the chance.