I Picked Up a Hitchhiker on a Highway That Never Ends

DESCRIPTION:I picked up a hitchhiker on a highway that never ends. He was standing on the shoulder, thumb out, face hidden under a wide-brimmed hat. I didn't think. I just stopped. He got in, thanked me, and we drove. And drove. And drove. The exits never came. The mile markers repeated. The gas gauge never moved. My passenger didn't speak unless I asked a question, and every answer he gave was about me—my childhood, my fears, the things I've never told anyone. When I finally asked who he was, he turned to face me. And I realized I never saw him get in. I only saw him sitting there.