I scanned the row of vehicles parked in front of the grocery store. Some of them looked promising. I ruled out the trucks. They would be too difficult to climb into with my sore hip. I peeked into a navy Sudan. A shaggy face looked back. The dog started to bark so I moved onto the next prospect. A four-door rust covered Pontiac stood like a relic from a simpler time. The door creaked open. I eased into the passenger seat. The springs were shot. It was like sitting on a gravel road. Next car, the driver came out before I could climb in. The passenger seat of a two-door sports car held a large box. I considered tossing it out but thought better of it. I was too polite to take such liberates. Last car in the row; last chance for a ride. No dog. No box. I wiggled around in the overstuffed, leather seat. It was comfortable enough to sleep in. My eyelids felt heavy. I leaned back and breathed deeply. A sudden breeze caused me to open my eyes. "You don't mind giving me a--."
"What the?" You jumped away from the car--almost slammed the door closed.
I'd scared you. Me? I had to laugh.
When I caught my breath, I said, "I need a ride. I know you won't mind. We live on a rural island; we help each other. It's just what we do."
"I'm heading South."
"North, towards the ferry, for me. I'll get out before you run out of road."
You sighed--happy to be behind the steering wheel again, I guess. You slipped a disc into a slot, the engine purred. A guitar, joined by a singer filled the car.
Music? We didn't need music. I coughed into my fist. "Do you mind?"
You got the hint and turned the music off.
"This island is woven together by an interlocking web," I began.
"Webs? Oh, you mean roads. Yes, we do--."
"Everyone knows I'm a storyteller. That's what I do. I tell stories. And that's what I'll do for you--if there are no more interruptions." I breathed out slowly, determined to remain calm, and began again...
Next post: Sunday, July 15th (at approximately 5 PM PST)
I'll share part 2 of Island Storyteller. Will you drive me home or drop me off in some bush somewhere? (Who could blame you?) We'll see.
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