Free Ride
By JL Merrow
“Well, come on lad; get in, if you’re getting in. I’m not hanging round all day.”
Aidan pulled himself together and grabbed his rucksack off the grass verge. “Sorry mate. Didn’t reckon you’d of stopped for me.”
“See some other bugger hitch-hiking, do you?” The voice was low and dry, with a strong Northern accent and a hint of laughter.
Aidan slung his pack in the back and climbed into the passenger seat of the Mercedes quick before the bloke could change his mind. “Nah. ‘S not what I meant. It’s the posh car and all. Usually it’s the truckers what stop.”
“Oh aye? You want to watch out, good-looking lad like you. Get some nasty sorts picking up young boys on roundabouts.” The bloke was giving Aidan a look, like he was flirting or something, but it wasn’t threate
