I Sat in the Garage and Waited for a Pickup Truck to Come In.

The proprietor was gone. The front door however had not been opened. I would have heard the tinkling of the Christmas bells affixed over it. A shiver went up my spine and I stopped speaking. There was one last door on the far side of the garage. I guided it open gently. Beyond was a thick mass of featureless woods. Ten feet away from it, my own car waited beside the self-service pump. Without pausing to think, I began to walk forward,. He fixed his stare on the white pickup and listened for footsteps.