Late one unremarkable night the moon illuminates a harried figure rushing down an old highway.   Looking neither left nor right he barrels forward, unaware of anything but the path before him.  

Slow down a minute stranger. Did you forget about the toll? The stranger pauses, turning to the voice from the booth. Walking back he begins to fish around in his pockets before the voice begins again. Oh, did I say there was a toll? My mistake. An old habit. The stranger frowns. He waits a… Continue reading Prologue [Website Upload] (Continued) [1]