WEIRDLY NORMAL – HITCHHIKER
Gemma stood by the side of the road feeling like a drowned rat. If she’d had a coat it would probably have given up by now, but all she had on was jeans, a top and a cardigan. Her hair was a bedraggled mess, her freezing cold clothes were sticking to her and the rain kept on falling. Everything seemed to be against her, and she’d had enough!
By her count some thirty-seven cars had passed by so far, ignoring signals that she wanted… no, needed, a lift. Number thirty-eight was about to pass her by too. She wasn’t going to let it.
She stepped out in front of the car, not flinching as it slammed its brakes on and screeched to a halt barely a foot in front of her. With the way her night had gone, and her morning was going, she really didn’t care that she had
