The Mountain at Night
Deacon Levi Taylor stopped at a Marathon gas station to ask directions. The brightly lit fuel island s***h convenience store stood as an anomaly against the deep dark rural night.
Roy and Cliff both ambled up to the driver’s side window and stared somberly as the animated speaker explained his quandary. “I been looking for this little Route 21 for the last ten minutes, but I can’t find it. Map says it’s got to be around here somewhere.”
Roy leaned in, failing to conceal a frown. “Don’t think that road’s in use no more. I do believe it’s been shut down.”
“But it’s right here on your little local county map. Don’t say nothin’ about bein’ shut down.” Then it dawned on Levi, maybe they didn’t like black folks sneakin’ around private neighborhoods. When he shared his t
