holy water.
I've been listening to the album Saved by Now, Now a lot this week. This is the result of that. Her head bumped against the window and shuddered as it hit the glass, the dirt track road making the suspension of the van work hard to stay in tact. She slowly opened her eyes to bright sunlight and dry dusty land, and grabbed her sunglasses from the arm rest to take the heat from her sight. “Well good morning there. We're just jumping into a gas station, chance to stretch your legs.” Jay piped up from the drivers seat. Jay seemed nice. He was in his late 60's with a salt and pepper beard and weather worn skin. His wrinkles told a story of adventure and wandering. She was lucky to have been picked up by him about 200km ago – she always checked the odometer when she jumped into a vehicle. He gave her lots of tips about hitchhiking; highways to avoid, good motels to sleep in, the best places to work for a free meal. He'd been there and done that and was finally