Bent Highway: Chapter Nine

Starshine

I woke up to the smell of cow shit mingled with motor oil and old cigarettes. Crammed into a small space, strapped into something, and moving fast. Damn fast. I moved my head, pain knifed through my skull, the driver spat on the floor of the truck.

“Morning Starshine.” A chortle.

“What - where?” I tried to sit up, held fast by the strap and buckle.

“Now where the hell are you fixing to go? You ever jumped from a vee-hickle going,” a pause, “79 mile an hour?”

The outside slid into sharpne...