It’s a few miles to the next town, but Jeremy takes his time. Birds lie flat. The sun doesn’t move.
He gets a water bottle out of a convenience store fridge, flips change onto the counter. The clerk sits against the displays, watching him.
The people on the sidewalk eye him like wolves. On the bench, there’s a woman in a sleeveless dress. He sits, drinks.
“Y’know,” he lights a cigarette. “I waited a long time for something like this to happen. Now I don’t know what to do.”
He jumps a foot when she asks to bum a smoke.