Levey Rosenberg was a travelling salesman who sold encyclopedias.
Levey hated his job, hated the long hours, hated being on road all the time and hated selling stuff to strangers.
Levey Rosenberg had been an encyclopedia salesman for twelve years now.
There were countless nights Levey spent on the road under the starless skies, eating from the gas stations and sleeping on passionless motel beds.
Levey had been jumpy lately. He had this dreadful crawl of space on his scrawny posture which made him perspired cold sweat and knotted his guts, hurting him. He was certain something bad was going to happen to him.
He had been driving on this bizarre highway for days and it seemed to stretched away forever. Levey pushed on nervously and was further bewildered by the multiple roadsigns which was sprung upon everywhere by the roadsides. He stopped only to sleep in the car.
He would not admit that he was lost.
How could one ever hope to get lost on a highway?
Then there was a loud thud and Levey found himself struggling to steer his spinning car. The day was foggy with cloudy mist and all he could hear was him grinding his teeth and biceps burning to roll his car back to it's stance.
He had hit something.
As his car braked and had smoked wicked tire marks on the gravel, his wide frighten eyes stared at his rear mirror for examination. He didn't want to get out of his car. He didn't want to see what he had hit.
It was an animal the size of a pony.
It can't be. He thought to himself.
It wasn't a pony or anything like it. It was something that Levey had learned since childhood that it couldn't exist here on the road.
Not like this.
He doesn't believe his eyes anymore.
Levey licked his lips and decided he was finally going crazy. It was his delusion, he told himself whole-heartedly and managed an uneasy grin.
He was right, something bad was happening after all.
Levey Rosenberg depressed his accelerator and sped off into the twilight blur.
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Benny and Liz had been walking on the gravel road for hours now. With the sun out, the skies were raspy gray and melancholy. The cement was hot and hurt their legs. What seemed like a highway of infinite paths were christened with ample roadsigns in sight.
The signposts erected like trees along the roadsides. They announced illegible locations and strange titles.
They came to a junction and saw smoke brewing in a distance far away ahead.
Benny: 'I'm going for that.'
He pointed to an arrow lettered 'THE ULTIMATE SHOT' on a signpost, a direction perpendicular to the smoke.
Benny: 'Sounds like a good drink, and only God knows I need that right here, right now.'
Liz: 'Shouldn't we go towards the smoke? When there is fire, there is likely to be people.'
Benny: 'You might be right. But I'm too thirsty to listen. I'm going for The Ultimate Shot.'
Liz: 'You are fucked in the head, you know that?'
Benny began his walk down the indicated direction.
Liz flickered her tongue, her scales felt uneasy with the suffocating air.
Without turning back, Benny said almost to himself.
'You would think by now, there ain't any salvation or whatsoever.'
Liz the lizard-woman struck to her logic and travelled towards the smoking front.
Sometime later when the two would reunite when the heaven began to cry, they would compare notes and realised that on this ironic day just after they parted, they had ran into a parallax of the same abominated misfortune.
Benny and Liz will witness much more than Levey Rosenberg had saw.
to be continued...
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