TITLE: LOST IN ORDINARY TIME
Life can be hard to watch sometimes. On an ordinary Tuesday morning,
64 degrees and cloudy, Lucas Caldwell stands on the side of a bustling
highway. Most people rush past this here, this nowhere, as its only
relevance can be marked by how far it sits between the quiet suburbs
and downtown Baltimore. This anonymous landscape, sheltered by
forgotten trees and littered with trash, exists in many cities.
Streetlights, mile markers, and exit signs give a rhythm. An
oversized, steel billboard pushes the lottery—"It could be you!"
Lucas leans against the pock marked gray barrier, smeared with black
wavy lines of rubber and fender, and watches the cars loaded with
commuters race by. Upon close inspection his youth is evident, but
from a bit of a distance the pale face masked in uneven brown stubble
tricks the eye into adding additional years. Dark circles ring the
canyons beneath his blood-shot eyes. Tendrils of soft, unruly dark
hair sprout from his head, and just barely cover patches of white,
smooth skin peeking out along the temples. He shuffles his feet in
place, and slides the rubber soles of his blue sneakers along the
gravel. He's working up the courage to step out into oncoming traffic;
he's picking his perfect moment. The hum of car motors mixes with
voices from half-rolled down windows and it distracts him.
This is what it must feel like, Lucas thinks, to be standing in the
middle of a huge swarm of bees or locusts...