The sky was gray and it was as dark as night even though it was nine o'clock in the morning, the wipers slapped against the windshield with a steady rhythmical... > Lire la suite
The sky was gray and it was as dark as night even though it was nine o'clock in the morning, the wipers slapped against the windshield with a steady rhythmical movement. A steady rain beat against the windshield as the car whisked steadily down the two-lane highway of what had once been the famed Route Sixty six; like many other things in life it's time had come and gone.