Ruth waved as he drove away. She debated whether she should wait. Ten minutes was a long time to stand and wait. She decided to start walking. Ten minutes later she heard the truck behind her. She turned and looked as it came to a standstill. She looked up and opened the door and put her rucksack on the floor. As she looked up she recognized Michael. “Rather not,” she said and started climbing out of the truck. She climbed down and missed her footing and fell and hit her head on the step. She tried to grab the door, but it slipped through her fingers and slammed shut.
“Well fine!” Michael yelled and started driving off. He looked in his mirror and saw her sitting on the side of the road holding her head. He shook his head and wondered what had triggered her reaction. He had a job to do. He couldn’t let hitch-hikers mess things up for him. Whoever she was it didn’t matter.
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