Lost Words and Unfinished Thoughts

CRACKLE BOOM!

Clouds corrupted the blue sky, as the brewing storm sent out it's malicious call across the plains, accompanied by a cool gust of wind that caused the wheat fields around the lone fuel station to dance and sway to a song that I couldn't comprehend, while a song played through ancient speakers.

"Nebraska, by Hoof Springsteen," I said.

"That's right," a voice like a squeaky door said.

I looked over from my old Dodge and saw an old buck standing in the door of the fuel station.

"By the looks of that motor, I guess you'll be needing high test?"

"Yes sir," I replied, stepping back as he approached the old pump.