[ @blindeyefiddleford ]
Small towns were the worst. Everyone knew each other, and strangers stuck out like a sore thumb. And the street plan? It was the current bane of his existence.
Stanley swore under his breath, pulling his car off to the side of the road and shifting it to park. 618 Gopher road was proving harder to find than he’d anticipated. Sure, he could get a map but...
Well. He didn’t even have enough to get food.
He scrubbed a hand over his face tiredly, peering out into the snow-covered town through his windshield. The only option he had left was to ask a local...and hopefully he’d find his brother’s house before the snow storm got worse.
With that in mind, Stanley kicked his car door open and called out to the nearest person.
“Hey, you there! Skinny guy! Ya got a minute, pal?”
