Energy seems to shoot up from the ground into your heals and your running. Kicking up dust like a truck. You don't want to be seen by the man who owns that house. No fucking way. You slow down to a fast walk a quarter mile down the road from that house on the wooded corner. You see a shattered Ozzy Osborne CD case in the ditch. No disc. A little farther and you find a quarter mostly buried in the side ridge of sand along the road. That's always a sign of good luck you think. Then you see two things at the same time. One is a black truck coming from way up the road. The other is what appears to be a human hand laying palm up in the ditch. you stare a few moments in shock. Is that real?