Seeking

The sleepy town of Harper's Ferry is the best place to flee to without making any arrangements ahead of time.

For novelties sake, my companion and myself "sort of" took on other identities in order to add to the excitement of the unplanned adventure:

Samantha, a worn out but still (in that worn way) foxy waitress was waiting tables and living in a trailer home prior to being picked up outside a seedy diner.

Salvador drove a gigantic and spotless white Buick and was a sandy haired, stoic man with a dark past.

Salvador, on the run from some sort of unrevealed debauchery, picked up Samantha outside of the Vanpelt Eatery late on a Friday evening. Samantha was the type of girl that carried with her all of her earthly possessions. She was visibly tough and fragile at one glance. When Salvador parked in front of the eatery to throw his 45 into the protective enormity of the Buick's trunk, he had no idea where he was headed. He saw Samantha sitting on all of her belongings, her back facing the diner that was soon to be a distant memory and with the sharpness of a strait razor he told her to hop in.

Samantha had one of those moments that tough and fragile women have. Sick of her dead-end job and typical trailer trash dramatic life she assumed morbidly that there was no good reason not to "hop in". Worst case scenario she would put out of her misery in some sort of "insane stranger picks up poor helpless women" kind of way.

Salvador, like most of the decisions he made, could not belief what he was doing. His character was such that he could make rash decisions calmly. He didn't know where to take her or what the point to it all was, but he rationalized that he had nothing to lose by gaining some company.

Sal opened the passenger side door and had returned to the driver side before Sam had finished contemplating whether to go or not. She took a long hard look at the gorgeous stranger and got in to enjoy the ride.

(to be continued)