The Man
Two figures hunched over the trunk in the dingy light of the parking lot. It was empty save for the car and numerous weeds cropping up through the cracked pavement. Humidity hung in the overcast night air, and the odor of salt and seaweed drifted through the flat landscape from the nearby beach head. The taller of the two shadows was gesturing to a frightened third figure laying helplessly in the trunk of the rusting sedan. The frail shape was simply clothed, and the soft yellow trunk lights illuminated his worn khakis and a dirty shirt displaying the logo of the local postal branch.
