All the way in the center of the US the real
Blue Man
had gone north to
Michigan
. Who would look for him there he thought, he could just disappear. He read in a rest stop pamphlet, that the upper peninsula was a great escape. Thats what he wanted, thats what he needed a great escape.
He had changed his car. He sold it outside Kansas city then bought another in Missouri. Now he had just made it to Indiana. A quiet place he thought, but a slow place. He couldn't stop so much. Everyone at the gas stations asked too many questions. Wondering what he was doing all the way up here.
He had made it just to the south, almost to Bloomington. He was on E or almost, the past ten minutes he spent at a quarter tank, but now it was dropping fast. He needed more
gas
, but also a place to rest, inconspicuously. He said the word out loud.
"Incospicuosly"
Not that anyone could here him, he watch the needle drop lower, an eighth of a tank.
Here though was different than Missouri, leaves were red and yellow, falling of the trees.
He kept driving, the needle kept falling, about ten miles to Bloomington.
