“You’re heading east, I hear tell,” he said.
“Yes … well, yes I am,” I said, hesitantly. “How do you know?”
“Mind if I ride with you a while?”
“Uh, okay,” I said, unable to think of a reason to say no. “Where are you off to?”
“You need to leave now,” he said, ignoring my question.
When he slid into the passenger seat, he smelled earthy and sweet, like dried leaves and banana skins, and I was glad there was no odour of alcohol or tobacco as I’d feared.
“You’re on a mission an’ we don’t want you missin’ your mission,” he said quickly as I drove out of the car park.
“Mission?” My heart melted as warm butter.
“We all have a mission,” he said, looking straight ahead. “Most people, though, don’t know they have one. A few know there’s a mission but can’t find it. A small few know it and live it.”
“And me?”
“You’re in the second group and, if you hurry up, you might wind up in the third group.”
“Hurry up for where?”
“Right now you’re running from things. Make your mind to run for things and you’ll see them come up on the horizon,” he said, pointing ahead.
Excerpt from Scars Can’t Tell #ScarsCantTell - https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BMXYM1FJ