Written in lipstick on the rear window of a car parked on the side of the Interstate:

PLEASE HELP.  I’M A WOMAN ALONE.  CAR BROKE DOWN.  NEED A LIFT.

Seventy-six miles south on the Interstate.  Hank’s Bodacious Burgers.  Written on a stall wall in the ladies’ restroom:

He says “Where can I take you?”

She says “Going south to California

I live just past the border”

She sees his hand near his crotch his

thing probably growing under his jeans

She touches her purse and thinks

whatever he’s got my knife is

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The Chevron station across the street from Hank’s Bodacious Burgers.  Written on a crumpled piece of paper the wind blew against the side of Continue reading A Woman Alone by David Massengill →