"Ah shit!" Salem slapped the steering wheel of his car when the engine sputtered and died in the middle of the street, the sun setting fairly quickly. And his motel room was miles away. "God dammit, this better be an easy fix." The boy got out of his car and opened the hood, using his cell phone as a light. He was no mechanic and he knew it was deemed useless because he’d only make it worse.
Thunder rumbled in the distance, the clouds rolling over the fields as a sign of an oncoming storm is nearing. Salem dialed the number of his mechanic and asked for someone to come tow his car before the storm hits. Closing his phone, Salem went back to his car and sat to wait for the mechanic to take his car away as the storm drew near.