the car turned on to the highway.
oliver had left his life behind in the street.
as a boy he had loved the rain, especially on saturdays.
he hated his dad’s car - a crummy green volkswagen like a hippie girl might drive.
he wanted to leave his old life behind.
and find a new life on the broad highway.
the clouds in the sky made hm think of love.
eventually night would fall.
he felt he was born to love.
even on a cloudy day.
he knew there were no hitchhikers any more, but still he dreamed -
before he got to exit 4b, it started to rain.
oliver’s first girl was a terrible person, and had taught him to hate life.
her name was rita cloudsley.
why aren’t you a professional hit man,she would say in her lazy way on rainy afternoons.
don’t you have any guts? don’t you want to get revenge on this stinking world?
oliver was never sure if she was serious.
there isn’t any real money in it,he would say.
ha! what do you know?
then rita’s mom would come home from her shift at applebee’s and they would talk about tv shows and movies, until it was time for oliver to go home and make dinner for his younger brother and two sisters.
the rain started falling harder as he approached exit 4b.
he saw a person standing by the side of the road.
could it be, he thought…
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