Destination Nowhere by Rebecca Haven

He picked me up outside of Lodi, just off of 71, on his way to the turnpike. What he was doing driving through there, I don’t know. I didn’t really care. I just wanted to get out of town.
Bill was his name, and he said he came from the east coast. I knew he wasn’t from Ohio because Ohioans think they are part of the east coast. That was always a great debate, and one of the few debates that Bill tried to start with me.
I don’t debate.
I’d rather dream.
Why spend all that time arguing? I’d miss the scenery.
And wonderful scenery it was. He never told me where we were going, and I never asked. When he asked me to drive, I did, and I just kept going. I liked to point things out to him. He never really saw what I did. Bill seemed to miss a lot. The UFO I saw when we were driving through Twin Falls, it was huge; I can’t imagine that he did miss it. It was silver and round and had five red lights beaming from it.
And the simple things, I liked to point out cows, and farms, and tractors. The simple things kept me going. I didn’t know where we were, all I knew was where we started out, when I pointed out Bigfoot. He was huge and interesting. I broke the silence and told Bill I never thought I would ever get to see Bigfoot, I just read about him in books and sometimes saw shows about him on TV. I knew he existed, I just didn’t think I would be that lucky.
I think Bill missed Bigfoot. He looked at me all wide-eyed and confused, and then told me he would drive. That was fine. I stopped the car and we traded places. It was nice to just ride. I didn’t mind driving, but there was so much more to see when I got to sit and look out over the horizon.
I think it was then that I realized Bill was so handsome. I saw things that I had never had the chance to see, and Bill gave me that chance. He was smart and funny, even though I hardly talked to him. I think there was something there. Not something like the UFO, or Bigfoot, or even the Indian Paintbrush that I pointed out 300 miles back, something I couldn’t see, something I felt inside me. I remember telling him that he was wonderful, that he was my handsome genius. He didn’t reply, but I knew it was ok with him.

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