Round 4 Challenge: Weave an element of Fyor’s story into your own passage. It should be no more than 450 words.
At one p.m. on an unseasonably cool day for late August, Corey entered the Halfway House diner and sat at a booth facing the door.
The two farmhands at the far booth murmured as she walked in. They’d seen her climb out of the southbound 16-wheeler after it had screeched to a halt. The Halfway House was on 22A, four miles from Shoreham and about eight from Bridport and Cornwall. One didn’t come across 13-year-old hitchhikers in these parts.
The waitress came over from behind the bar.
“Honey, you expecting someone?”
“Yes, I… a friend of mine.” Corey said. “He should be here soon,” she added hastily.
“You ain’t bothering anyone sitting here. What can I get you?”
“Just a coke if that’s okay.”
Corey hadn’t live chatted with Jacob since Delia had cancelled the Internet after walking in on her that night. But Corey had been venting her frustration to him in emails from school and the library. A week ago Jacob had proposed she come visit him in Vermont. At first Corey had nervously laughed it off, but as her resentment grew at her mother for having cut Internet from her life, she began considering it. Finally she told him she’d come for a visit, a friendly visit, nothing more. “What kind of a man do you think I am? ;)” he wrote back. “I know a nice diner we can meet at. Then you can decide.”
Two days later, instead of going to school, she caught a bus to Kutztown and bought a Greyhound ticket for Burlington.
Corey didn’t know this man as Jacob. Nor did she know him as The Unseen. To her, Jacob was Ronaldo, his chat room pseudonym. He didn’t spend much time on social sites. But there were times when his sexual appetite would occasionally rear up. When that happened he would troll the dating forums for cyber sex. Because he lived in a remote cabin on the Vermont side of Lake Champlain, there weren’t many possibilities for him to meet his dates in person.
When he first saw Corey’s online profile, he felt an overwhelming desire to possess her. He knew he risked a great deal by setting his sights on a minor but he was overcome by lust. He couldn’t believe his fortune when she accepted the invite.
At 1:47 Jacob parked his black station wagon outside the Halfway House; at 2:38 they were laughing and talking over club sandwiches and onion rings; and at 3:07 they were driving down a dirt road towards his cabin.