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.
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.