Re: Outties!
James pushed through the front door and passed beneath the canopy into the parking lot.
It was calm outside. A dozen or so trucks and cars dotted the small blacktop that butted right up to the edge of highway 95. In the distance, a car engine rumbled towards town. The neon Terrible’s Roadhouse sign, which loomed at the edge of the property, flickered and buzzed, bathing his face in an otherworldly glow as he searched their surroundings.
The only motion came from a young couple sitting on a car hood. A light breeze stirred up dust particles and spun an old to-go cup in a wide circle. Beside the front door, a sidewalk and arid-landscape construction project had been left incomplete when the workers took their leave for the day.
Beyond that, there was nothing.
“That sound like a person to you?” he asked Celeste and the man who’d come out behind her.