Driving down a side road to avoid traffic, I notice him.
He isn’t special, nor is he making a scene. He simply stands, thumb extended.
The lack of emotion on his face unnerves me. His dark eyes stare hatefully as I drive past him, resentfully watching me leave him behind.
Jacynthe Lortie is a university student majoring in both Music and French as teachable subjects and plans to teach internationally. She enjoys writing and has been published in a French anthology when she was in grade 12.
When I was a student and hitchhiker, I would wave cheerfully at the cars that “left me behind.”
All they way home they would worry, “..did we just drive by Fred’s boy ?”.
My wave made them worry, serves them right !
Great idea of the story. But I feel like “The lack of emotion on his face” and “His dark eyes stare hatefully” do not get along here.