The fields where corn grew stretched to either side of him, and in front. He was at a four way stop. And in front of him to the right was a big house, dark red worn by weather and everything. Against the semi snowy backdrop it seemed from another time.
He was the only one at the stop sign, but he waited longer he liked waiting, looking around. He was the only one for miles he thought. The farmer who lived there probably liked that the highway was built. Moved all the traffic somewhere else.
Johnny was on a detour of a detour.
He turned right to go back to the main road. His car had to go up a little from the dirt road to the hard top.He wondered if he could travel only on dirt roads to the city.
Probably not he thought, it would change eventually, once you got close enough it would all change.
Part of him felt sad about this, a change for the sake of it, or a change just because there was more people. He imagined more people complained because of the dirt on their cars. The dust. Thats probably it.
He was the only one at the stop sign, but he waited longer he liked waiting, looking around. He was the only one for miles he thought. The farmer who lived there probably liked that the highway was built. Moved all the traffic somewhere else.
Johnny was on a detour of a detour.
He turned right to go back to the main road. His car had to go up a little from the dirt road to the hard top.He wondered if he could travel only on dirt roads to the city.
Probably not he thought, it would change eventually, once you got close enough it would all change.
Part of him felt sad about this, a change for the sake of it, or a change just because there was more people. He imagined more people complained because of the dirt on their cars. The dust. Thats probably it.