The Adventures of Leigh and Jason: Part 1

A silver Honda headed south down the highway, the sun gleaming off the bits that weren’t covered in dust and grime. A bullet-riddled sign appeared, proclaiming ‘Gas – Food – Mimes – 5 miles.’ The silver Honda sped onward.

A small gas station/convenience store appeared on the horizon, dominated by a giant, neon turtle smoking a cigar. The silver Honda slowed and took the exit, barely missing a duck, and then drove up to the convenience store and stopped beside a pump.

The doors opened and in the distance, a lone banjo suddenly began plucking a mournful tune that sounded like ‘Shave and a Haircut.’ It was joined a few seconds later by a harmonica. The banjo music abruptly stopped, there was a gunshot, and the harmonica fell silent. The banjo began to play once again.

The doors opened and a pair of hiking boots descended from the passenger side, while a pair of engineer’s boots exited from the driver’s seat. A pair of stiletto heels did not exit from the trunk, though that would have been cool. The driver, a man of medium height with a thick beard and glasses walked to the entrance of the convenience store, ignoring the door that was lying on the ground beside it. He paused in the doorway, framed in the light of the noonday sun. “Leigh Kellogg,” he said. “Artist.”

Tomorrow: Part 2