the lights of the truck were long gone.
william walked along.
a raindrop fell on his head.
then another.
and another.
then they stopped.
well, that is something, anyway.
it sure is dark.
i hope i do not step in a hole.
one foot in front of another.
and another.
i think i see something.
a light?
it is not very bright.
it is a light.
one of the tail lights on the truck.
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the truck had crashed and was tipped over on the side of the road, with the driver side closer to the ground,
there was no sign of slim.
william looked in the cab.
slim was in it.
he was not moving.
wlliiam did not want to touch him or try to see if he were dead or alive.
what about the box?
the box that might or might not have a million dollars in it?
it was still in the back of the truck.
it must be fate that i am meant to have it, wiliam thought.
with some effort, he tipped it out on to the ground.
it landed with a heavy thud.
it did not look as if it had been opened, nor had the fall to the ground damaged it or dented it.
it must be fate that i am meant to have it,
one way or another.
to be continued
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