girls don't hitchhike-a short story
I guess this is what they call a "found" story. I read a story similar to this one but told from the perspective of the driver not the hitchhiker. I thought my version of what can happen was much more appropriate.
I don't hitchhike anymore. According to my mother, it's much too dangerous, especially for girls.
Just lately she's taken to sending me newspaper clippings about the back packer murders and other assorted violent crimes in the big bad city. And now of course, there's the serial killer.
Everyone's talking about it. There's daily stories on the news, in the papers, and of course the crack pot theories of the general public. The police are denying it of course, claiming that the dead bodies aren't neccesarily related, that they're "continuing investigations"... but it's true. There's a serial killer,and he could be coming to a location near you. Or worse, near me.
So I don't hitchhike anymore. Besides, It's too hard making conversation. If you're too friendly they think they're going to get something for the lift, and if you're too quiet they accuse you of not being grateful. Then of course there's the religious freaks, the motherly types and the middle aged men with wandering hands syndrome. I've had a few bad experiences on the road and at least one very lucky escape, I can tell you.
Thats why I don't hitchhike anymore. Especially at night. On some lonely roads it's so dark there isn't even starlight to see by.It's totally black and still, and you feel as if you're all alone in the world.When a car comes along,I get caught in it's headlights like a startled 'roo . The night is far too dark to be out here alone.
I don't think I'll hitchhike any more. It's too late and the traffic is thin. The only rides I've been offered are ones with truckies, and I never take lifts with them.They never want to stop anywhere except a those big,well-lit truck stops and their CB radios are constantly chattering in the background. Far too distracting.
I don't think I'll hitchhike any more. walking for hours on this endless, empty highway, standing by the off-ramps hoping for the right lift to come along, while the police are everywhere looking for the serial killer. No, I don't think I'll hitchhike any more.
Then he stops... backs up to where I'm standing on the shoulder of the highway and rolls down the passenger window. He's about fifty, with a beer gut and a stupid grin on his face, asking me if I want a lift while he's checking me out. Like I don't know what's on his mind. And I smile a big cheesy smile and open the door, making sure he gets a good look at my legs while I think about the knife in my back pack. He wont know until it's too late. And neither will they. And I promise you mum.. Just one last time. And then I wont hitchhike any more.
I don't hitchhike anymore. According to my mother, it's much too dangerous, especially for girls.
Just lately she's taken to sending me newspaper clippings about the back packer murders and other assorted violent crimes in the big bad city. And now of course, there's the serial killer.
Everyone's talking about it. There's daily stories on the news, in the papers, and of course the crack pot theories of the general public. The police are denying it of course, claiming that the dead bodies aren't neccesarily related, that they're "continuing investigations"... but it's true. There's a serial killer,and he could be coming to a location near you. Or worse, near me.
So I don't hitchhike anymore. Besides, It's too hard making conversation. If you're too friendly they think they're going to get something for the lift, and if you're too quiet they accuse you of not being grateful. Then of course there's the religious freaks, the motherly types and the middle aged men with wandering hands syndrome. I've had a few bad experiences on the road and at least one very lucky escape, I can tell you.
Thats why I don't hitchhike anymore. Especially at night. On some lonely roads it's so dark there isn't even starlight to see by.It's totally black and still, and you feel as if you're all alone in the world.When a car comes along,I get caught in it's headlights like a startled 'roo . The night is far too dark to be out here alone.
I don't think I'll hitchhike any more. It's too late and the traffic is thin. The only rides I've been offered are ones with truckies, and I never take lifts with them.They never want to stop anywhere except a those big,well-lit truck stops and their CB radios are constantly chattering in the background. Far too distracting.
I don't think I'll hitchhike any more. walking for hours on this endless, empty highway, standing by the off-ramps hoping for the right lift to come along, while the police are everywhere looking for the serial killer. No, I don't think I'll hitchhike any more.
Then he stops... backs up to where I'm standing on the shoulder of the highway and rolls down the passenger window. He's about fifty, with a beer gut and a stupid grin on his face, asking me if I want a lift while he's checking me out. Like I don't know what's on his mind. And I smile a big cheesy smile and open the door, making sure he gets a good look at my legs while I think about the knife in my back pack. He wont know until it's too late. And neither will they. And I promise you mum.. Just one last time. And then I wont hitchhike any more.
posted by kat | 4:52 PM
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Saw a hitchhiker alone and in the dark last night, desperate on the side of the road. I had read this previously. I kept driving.
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