#99 Highway 61 Visited (400 words)

Inspired by: Highway 61 Revisited

James Jacobs hitchhiked down highway 61. He had nowhere else to go and was running out of time. According to his Aunt, the men in his family have all died mysteriously and ever younger ages.

He spoke to a man who came to these crossroads, and his dream came true. James hoped the same would happen for him. 

Since time out of mind, these crossroads have been etched into the land. The region’s name may change, but the crossroads have persisted. Native Americans found and traveled across them, the Spanish solidified them, now Americans have paved them. 

At exactly midnight, a black car parked beside James. The backdoor opened. 

“You can still change your mind, boy. We can both go our separate ways…”

“I don’t want to change my mind, sir.”

The largest foot James had ever seen emerged from the car and hit the ground with a literal thud. A second foot followed. The man exited the black town car.  James swore he was at least seven feet tall. He craned his neck to look him in the eyes. 

“What can I get you, son. A lovely wife? Prodigious skills? A new wardrobe? Anything you can want, I can provide. For a price.”

“I don’t want anything,” James said, stammering. 

“Then why are you out here?” The man asked. 

“I think I’m, or I should say my family is, cursed! I was hoping you could do something about it.”

Though it was midnight, the man wore black sunglasses. He tipped them down to get a better look at James. 

“Yeesh. Boy, are you ever cursed? Someone in your family messed with the wrong woman.”

“So it’s true? You have to get it off of me. I’ll give you whatever it takes!”

The man turned back to his car. 

“I’m sorry, but our business is concluded. The only thing I want you can’t give. Someone’s already claimed dibs.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, she’s coming for you, and there’s nothing anyone can do to stop her.”

James sank to his knees. The man laughed and snapped his fingers. 

“At least I can make it interesting for her.” 

He roamed the country, ever on the move. Desperate to stay one step ahead of whoever she was. When he finally returned home, he learned he’d been drafted to fight in the new World War. 

He finally understood what the man meant.

Published by einquin

Writing personal exploration flash fiction as well as building the foundations for a comic book universe.

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