TIME FOR ANOTHER 100WC FROM JOE.
The sun was setting fast. Soon it would be too dark to see. There was an old, rotten tree, its branches stretching across the sun.
I wondered how long it had been there when my thoughts got interrupted by a loud sound. It was distant but familiar.
It was getting louder and louder every second. Soon I could make out a dark vehicle. After a while, the truck stopped and the driver said, ”you want a lift? “
“Yes please!” I say.
“You’re lucky I found you, there’s a big storm coming. I don’t reckon anyone would survive it out here.”