DFF: The Hitchhiker

I am changing the titles up a little, I want them to represent the story a little better and shorten them up some, so they may change a little in the coming days until I settle on something I like.  Please don’t hesitate to let me know what you think in the comments.  Without further ado today’s Flash Fiction.

Today’s Prompt:  Lost Gods were the worst hitchhikers.

Today’s Story:  The Hitchhiker

Photo by William Felker on Unsplash

I was a four hundred miles from nowhere, and there he was. Just trudging down the side of the road. He turned as he heard me coming, and a look of relief flashed across his face as he stepped in the middle of my lane, hands on his hips, expecting me to stop for him.  I could just go around him, but that seems like a bad choice. I don’t know why, I know how dangerous it is to stop, but I can’t help but feel a bit of pity for the man. There is nothing for miles.
Slowing to a stop, I open my window. “Where are you heading?” I ask him.
“Well, I don’t rightly know. Anywhere but here I guess. I don’t even know where here is. But, you are going to take me somewhere. And if I am not happy with that, you will take me somewhere else.” He glowers at me, grabbing up a bag that wasn’t there moments before and walking over to my passenger door, sliding in.
“Um. Wow. Okay. Here is the deal, I will take you in to the next town I am going to hit, but that is it. I’m sorry, but I don’t do well with demands. But I don’t feel comfortable just leaving you out here all alone either. Night is coming.” I mumble at the man sitting next to me, knowing he could be some kind of serial killer.
He turns in his seat and watches me closely. “I’m not going to hurt you, you know. I mean… I could, so easily. But I am honestly just trying to find something. I am not sure where it is, or how to find it just yet, I only know I am searching and you are just the one to help me. Don’t ask me why or how I know that, just know that I do, and I am always correct in these matters. It is a… skill.”
“Well, that’s … comforting, I guess.  How did you come to be out here, in the middle of nowhere? There is nothing for miles.” I ask, glancing over and I drive down the road.  “And I meant what I said, by the way. Only to the first town we hit. No further.”
“We shall see.” he said and closed his eyes. Gentle snoring slowly followed.
“Lost gods are the worst hitchhikers.” I mumble quietly to myself. “But I can hardly leave him there. Poor guy, may still have the bearing of a God, but I am pretty sure even he can’t remember what he is anymore.” I drive into the growing darkness, concerned that now I will be stuck with him.

There you have it, another flash piece. What comes to your mind with this prompt? Please share in the comments below.  I love hearing from you! And if you haven’t seen them yet, please check out the anthologies I am published in, the MN Emerging Writers and the National Edition!


2 thoughts on “DFF: The Hitchhiker”

  1. Lost gods are hitchhikers. That’s an interesting prompt. I don’t know where I would take a prompt like that. Maybe in a similar direction. I think mine would be a little more dark. I don’t know. I would have to give it some more thought.

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