Lit only by sky lights, it was difficult to tell where there was a small clearing and where an entrance began. And then, there it was. His entrance, he was sure, and he pulled in slowly, noticing as soon as he had that it was not his at all. A shadowy figure came from the other side of the entrance, or had it been there all along? He wasn’t sure.
Confused, he backed out of the drive and slowed as he approached the man. “Hey, need a ride buddy?” he called from the window.
For a moment Morgan thought he recognized the face, somewhat obscured by the loosely fitting knit cap covering his head or was it the lingering buzz from the weed that made him think everyone was a friend? He strained a bit farther but the man abruptly turned.
“No.” The man stuffed his hands into the pocket of his light jacket and walked away.
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