Infinitum
He had been driving for three days since he ran out of gas. He was afraid to stop, lest the apparent magic that kept the wheels turning decide to shut off. Like an albatross, sleeping one eye at a time, he was headed for the ocean. His hands felt one with the wheel. He couldn't actually tell where his body stopped and where the car began, though he could feel the road on the tires the same as walking barefoot on that combination of ground glass, sand, and congealed oil they called the pavement. Speaking of 'them' - their voices had been getting louder the longer he drove, louder, but friendlier. He did not feel alone. The cacophony of cars kept him company in the daytime, the big tractor trailers, jack rabbits, and antelope at night, plus there were a billion stars overhead to backdrop the movements of the moon. Glued to the steering wheel and the seat he hadn't eaten or drank since well before the near empty light had come on. How was this possible? He couldn't tel...