by Miller, Tim
“Just turn it off,” his girlfriend, Misti said as she leaned forward and switched off the knob.
“Oh come on now. What kind of Mexicans are you guys?” Robby asked.
“The kind that don’t like that shit.” Jorge said from the backseat.
“No kidding,” Misti said. “He just started listening to it a few months ago. Some ‘get in touch with his roots’ shit.”
“Whatever.” Robby said.
“Where are we anyway?” Diana asked.
“Somewhere between El Paso and San Antonio. It will be a good, long while before we see much of anything.” Robby explained.
“Is that a house back there?” Jorge said, pointing out the window. Most of them but Robby looked to see a tiny house or shack way up among the rocks and hills. “How do they even get up there?”
“Why? You wanna go visit?” Diana said.
“No way. This area freaks me out. It’s like some Hills Have Eyes shit out here.”
“What’s that?” Diana asked.
“Nevermind,” Jorge said.
“Quit trying to freak me out,” Diana replied.
“No one is freaking out shit.” Jorge answered.
“Cool it lovebirds,” Misti said. “I think we’re all ready to be home. This trip is making us all pissy.”
“I heard that,” Diana said.
“Jorge? Can you drive for a while?” Robby asked.
“Sure, man.” He answered.
Robby pulled the Jeep to the shoulder and climbed out. He’d forgotten how long he’d been sitting in the Jeep’s air conditioning. As soon as he stepped out, the hot blast of humidity hit his lungs like a hammer. It took him a moment to catch his breath. Jorge hopped out of the back seat, walked into the grass along the shoulder and began urinating.
“Jesus Christ dude! You couldn’t wait till we got to a gas station?” Robby said.
“Here’s as good a place as any man. My bladder was about to burst anyway.”
“Yeah yeah.” Robby said.
Misti and Diana had gotten out to stretch their legs as well. Misti was holding up her cell phone playing with it.
“This sucks. I haven’t been able to check my Facebook for hours.” She said.
“Oh God forbid. You might have to talk to…ohh! People!” Robby said waving his hands.
“Shut up, asshole.” She said as she put her phone away. Robby pulled her to him and kissed her.
“Get a room you two,” Diana said. “And I got shotgun.”
“You can have it.” Misti said, as they all climbed back into the Jeep in their new seats. Jorge strapped himself in and pulled back onto the highway.
Coming in 2014
Also by Tim Miller
The Hand of God
Revenge of the Three
Dark Exorcist
Blood Slayer
Hell, Texas (Coming soon)
About the Author
Tim Miller has studied various religions, as well as psychology and has worked in several fields involving the study of human behavior. After serving four years in the U.S. Marines, Tim spent six years working in corrections and social services. He currently lives in San Antonio, Texas with his wife and their children.
Tim became a fan of horror as a teenager. At the age of fourteen he would often read Stephen King books while listening to Iron Maiden on his head phones. He would write short stories to entertain himself and his friends. You can visit Tim's website at http://timmiller.org
