Prompt for February 2, 2016

Complete the short story/flash fiction, that has the following opening:

He had been on the road a long time. Days. Weeks. Months. He wasn’t quite sure. The only thing he knew for certain was that he was tired. A bone chilling, drop dead kind of tired. The last time he ate was … three towns ago? Yesterday? The towns blurred together after a while, as did the pain and there was oh, so much pain. His pain. The pain of the people he met. He could feel their pain as a physical blow to his skull. Their losses and their trials. All of it. He was forced to live through all of it and he was tired of it all. Maybe he should end it. For the first time since this road trip from hell started, he thought he had a purpose. He could end it. Tonight.

The sound of a truck started to penetrate his senses and he looked back the way he had come. Down the road, a truck was coming and coming fast. The headlights were dim, the dust and grime from the road were covering the headlights and weakening the beam of light that created the path the truck was following. This was his chance. He would wait until the truck was almost beside him and then jump into its path. It may not be painless but considering the pain he had felt and could continue to feel he knew that this was his only hope.

The truck was closer now and he started to get ready, planting his feet in the wet dirt at the side of the road, preparing to leap into harms way. Ten seconds. He shifted slightly, putting more of his weight on his rear foot, feeling it grip the ground. Five seconds. He flexed his knees, getting ready to spring. And …

A hand grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him around. He had lost his chance!

“You’re not dying tonight, honey,” said the voice from his dreams. “At least, not right now.”

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