Toby slammed on the breaks and gritted his teeth at the jackass in front of him.
“Jesus!” he hissed. What was that idiot thinking, stopping short on a freeway?
“Yes?” asked someone in Toby’s passenger seat. That was odd, since he was commuting alone.
He looked over and saw a bearded man in a blue robe. He was already buckled in.
They stared at each other for a moment before the bearded man repeated, sounding a little annoyed, “Yes?”
“I… uh…” Toby stammered. He suddenly wished he hadn’t taken his mother’s rosary off the rearview mirror. “I didn’t mean…”
“Of course you didn’t.”
The bearded man rolled his eyes. Then he disappeared.
As Toby tried to fathom what had just happened, he noticed the car in front of him had also vanished.
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