TheGhostOfThePast
I picked up a hitchhiker one night, a young woman. She captivated me, not for her beauty but because I felt some sort of… connection with her. The connection grew with each mile I drove.
Shortly after I dropped her off at the edge of an unceremoniously small town, I found the sad toy she had left in the back seat.
An old teddy bear...
I recognised it immediately! That was the bear from my childhood!
Every fibre of my being tensed with recognition and screamed for me to turn around. My hands obeyed and before I knew it, my suburban made a quick U-turn. I raced back to where I had let her out.
I wouldn't have recognised the turn-out save for the sign: Gorden Creek. I'm surprised anyone would choose to live here if they hadn't been born here… I must find her!