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.”