The Tow Truck

I had no intention of trying to start the car because I knew I was stuck. So what I did was lie face up on the front seat. My head below the passenger's side window seeing a sliver of night sky high above me and nothing else. Headlights washed over the car before I had even begun to settle down. The tow truck appeared at the top of the slope, stopping right where he should. That one human presence wiped away the fear. It crushed the silence in Grenza.