Lost and Found
“Thanks for stopping. I owe you one.” Hank scratched the back of his head and winced. He wiped his hand on his jeans’ leg before his friend noticed.
“No problemo, man. It’s what friends are for.”
Hank smiled and nodded.
“So, what were you doing way out here, anyway? I thought you didn’t like to drive at night.”
Hank took a deep breath before answering. He’d been dreading this. “I’ve been here since this morning.”
Hank shook his head as beetles fell from his hair and scurried toward his friend. “They told me it was to lure in food.”