
Hector Winney
Lenny pulls the key and the engine rattles to a stop as the stranger pops the hood and pokes the contents of his bucket over the hot engine. A hiss of steam billows out of the car for a moment before all is silent save the weak dribble of gasoline where the tank was ruptured.
The stranger steps back from the car, rubbing his face with a shaking hand. The group all sees the telltale signs, the bulbous red nose, chalky skin and slight shake of a hard drinker. He shifts nervously from foot to foot and averts your gazes, as if ready to bolt at the slightest noise. As Lenny and Jimmy focus on the man, they realize he was the one standing in the road just after the bridge.
Sorry… I… I thought you might buy my… fish… His speech is raspy and quiet and comes out stunted and slow. The man coughs and spits on the ground, furtively looking up at each of you seemingly hoping to salvage a sale.