Where The Highway Meets The Road
By E.S. Wynn
http://www.thunderune.comWhere the highway meets the road, a man stands alone, unsure. He waits on the corner, breathes in the sweet autumn air and knows that the end isn't all that far away. The horn of a Mack truck blares in the distance, and then he is there, in the truck, the driver, melding with the rubber and the steel. He knows that this
Published on February 08, 2011 00:00