Roadtrip Stories

Chapter One. An underwhelming meeting. Timmo hated traveling with passion. It reminded him of his own childhood, where he had to drive his dad's tractor every day from the village to the barn. But on his 20th birthday, he left the village to start a solitary life in the woods. He built a nice wooden cabin in an open field inside the forest. Near his cabin, there was a small plot of land where he grew all kinds of plants l...

It had been a perfect day. Raindrops had been misting out of the April sky for hours, long enough for the squeaky scrape of windscreen wipers to become just another part of the aural landscape. In his rearview mirror, Topeka had become nothing more then a gray smudge on the horizon, another in a long line of cities through which he’d passed on his way west as he barreled along the highway, windows down to let in the miser...