Literature
Just My Luck Cpt. 1
It was a nice day; the sun was flooding in waves over the golden plains. A still, quiet silence filled the air, the kind speaking of lazy Sunday afternoons and the hushed warmth of late summer. Nearby, an antelope nibbled gracefully at a few stalks of grass, unbothered by anything. That is, until an old black car tore past it, shocking it into fleeing from the formerly empty road. The faint notes of “Highway to Hell” could be heard even after the car had disappeared from sight.
“Not funny, Dean,” Sam said from the passenger seat, not bothering to look up from the assorted papers in his lap. It was a poor choice of son