The road was empty not a car not a soul around.
He walked towards the sign to get a better look.
MEMPHIS 300 MILES.
He sat down and took off his right shoe. Inside he kept what little money he had left. He took out the crumpled bills and counted them.
13 dollars and a check his grandmother gave him for his birthday three years ago that he never cashed. He couldn’t help but smile when he saw her signature.
83 and still had flawless penmanship, she used to be a famous artist with work in the biggest galleries in metropolises all over the world or at least that’s what she told him.