“Riding on a truck is so much fun.”
“It is amazing.”
The truck driver smiled at the two foreigners who had hitchhiked their way on his truck to the next town.
“Where you go in town?” he asked in broken English.
“Just drop us by the main city hall,” echoed the girl speaking out every word in gaps as if talking to a kid. The boy just nodded along with a wide eyed-expression.
It was twilight and the only light source was from the beam of the truck’s headlights. Nobody uttered a single word. The truck raced on.
*My second piece for Friday Fictioneers Writing Prompt.