Short Story: Lonely Companion

The open road is a lonely companion.

Ten miles back, Brianne passed a highway sign of a deer crossing that someone had graffitied over, saying: “Do NOT pick up the hitchhiker in the red coat.” She hadn’t thought much of the sign, given that she’d seen ones suggesting that she should avoid anal probes with an alien on it and a bigfoot is watching you sign. It seemed out in the middle of the desert where there was little threat of getting caught by the police was the place to let your shitty art skills fly.

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