I’m not alone.
My car gave up two miles back. I walked through the heat.
That one? That’s the last person who asked for directions.
Skeletons have stories. This one’s just resting. ghost town script
Here.
It’s the only one I have.
And tomorrow?
Elias looks up for the first time. His eyes are kind, tired, and utterly certain.
So I’m stuck.
Are you a ghost?
You can stay in room seven. Key’s under the mat. Water heater works from 7 to 9 PM.
Sam drinks. Sits on the ground near the bench, not on it.
I’m joking. (pause) Mostly.