@iron-fisted
It was a rather nice day outside, not too hot, not too cold. It was finally starting to feel like fall now that August was on it’s way out and September was on it’s way in. Garrett was taking advantage of the first cool night in awhile, sitting outside his trailer in an old lounge chair someone had left abandoned by the side of the road. He was smoking languidly on a cigarette, feet propped up, eyes on the open road ahead of him. He didn’t get too many visitors, being on the outskirts of town. Most evenings he went undisturbed. This evening was shaping up to be different. He frowned, squinting slightly to make out the car approaching from a distance. He sat up, exhaling a cloud of smoke as a mischievous smile spread across his face. If that was who he thought it was, tonight was gonna be a fun night.
