South of Hell
Chapter One
It was just south of Hell. But if you missed the road leading in, you ended up down in Bliss. And then there was nothing to do but go back to Hell and start over again.
That's what the kid pumping gas at the Texaco had told her, at least. Since she had not been here for such a very long time, she had to trust him, because she had no memory of the place anymore.
A rain was threatening. She had been watching the gray clouds gather over the cornfields for the past half-hour.
"You sure you know where you're going, little lady?"
She looked over at the driver of the truck. He was an old man, with tufts of gray hair sprouting from his head and ears.
Back at the Texaco, she had watched all the big trucks racing past on the highway, too afraid to stop one of them for a ride. When the old man had pulled in, she had gotten into his truck only because the truck was small and he seemed so old and harmless. Still, she clutched the backpack tighter as she felt his eyes on her.
"Yes," she said. "Lethe Creek Road. It should be right up here somewhere."
The old man's red-rimmed eyes stayed with her for a moment, then he looked bac ... read full excerpt from South of Hell ebook
