A girl walks along a long road with a Suzuki two-stroke off road motorcycle by her hip. It’s late in the day, Tuesday mid August, and she’s four states from home. She comes across a body. I mean a boy. The boy looks at her with blank eyes and mud on his face. Okay I meant body. The body’s in her path so she moves it courteously off the roadside and into a ditch. Then she keeps on walking.
After four miles she stops and eats dinner with a man who asks her if she’s seen his son. She says?
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