Another Car

as reply to a farm in idaho

“Real talk man all this is yours?”

“Yeah I mean, uh sort of. It is his, but yeah legally mine.”

“And why you never just live here?”

“I idk I was trying to run, and this still was attached to me. Like my names on it. So I assumed people would just come here first chance.”

“This city is so small, I think no one cares what happens here.”

“Even so, just too, I don’t know. I’d always be looking over my shoulder.”

BAKA instinctively looked over his shoulder. There was a White House and next to it a sort of shed barn thing. It looked more like a garage. It was converted maybe by the other guy. 

They went there first. There wasn’t anyone there but everything was kept pristine. There was an old truck and tools. Looked like someone was there. 

So they tried the house. Knocked and rang the doorbell, but there was no response. They went around back but door was locked. 

“I mean the guys pretty hard of hearing.”

So they tried the doorbell again and knocked. 

BAKA looked back towards the road, and he could just make out another car. 


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