Wanderment...(a potential opening scene)

Cast upon a stormy night of forgotten dreams and delusions of grandeur, he felt lost and, indeed was. Alone, so alone he felt part of a overwhelming universe. A universe as big as the sea to a grain of sand, and yet as small as a second in the span of time.
The night was cold, not a bitter cold, but cold enough to one barefoot with only shorts and a T-shirt, to threaten certain sickness. Lost, alone, cold, and almost naked, he felt like a refugee from a lost nation. But he was happy. So happy and confident that neither dispair or loneliness or cold could deter him from his quest, his goal, his desire to do what needed to be done. Of course he had no idea what that was, but that was fine. He knew when the time came he would respond and the deed would be accomplished, and all would be well once again.
It was somewhere in Texas, probably about half way to Austin from the Louisiana border. He was hitch-hiking at about two in the morning. People had a hard time seeing him so he was using a toy gun that made sparks when you pulled the trigger. He had bought this toy with some money a nice man had given him for some food. Of course he did eat with it too, but at this stage of wanderment he could live on a half of cheeseburger and a few frenchfries, more than easy pickens at the fine restaurants that dotted the hi-ways. As expected his prop gained notoriety, but not necessarily by whom he wanted. A hi-way patrolman pulled up behind him and immediately turned on his shiny blue lights. The officer climbed out of his car, dressed in a snug lined leather jacket. Having been told over his radio that someone was on the expressway with a gun he was taking no chances and had his revolver at the ready. But his natural instincts and training told him that guns don't spark as he had seen a few seconds earlier after passing his quarry on the opposite side of the road. Instead he thought he was pursuing a suspect with an uncanny nature, an overwhelming personality, a marvelous sense of humor, yes, he was after another frickin lunatic.
And so the story began as if foretold in some other time, some other place, some other state...of wanderment.

(c) Bryan A. Stross 9/12/2008 revised 11/26/2007

Revelations: 1st Peter Chapter 2, The short book of Jude, and the 2nd Epistle of John.

Glory Be To God in the Highest for Jesus Christ is Our Lord and Savior, this day, past days and forever more.  AMEN