I'm in the middle of a summer creative writing class over at Butte U this summer. Take a look at the first part of my writing and tell me what you guys think and if you like it, I'll post more over the next few weeks.

Enjoi!

The Beardstroker Part I



Jim had topped off his gas tank back in Spokane. It was a long way from home. It was probably a good 7 hours before the nearest gas station and he needed to make sure he could make it through the mountains.

Driving through Idaho and through to South Dakota had taken a lot more work than originally anticipated. There was a lot of traffic, snow, and icy conditions to deal with. As Jim proceeded on his journey, he'd spent the last few days just letting himself go. He'd even started growing out a beard.



Jim drove off the highway onto a rest stop. He needed to stretch his legs for a bit. It was certainly odd that there'd be a freak snowstorm in early September, but this was wearing him out. 12 hours of backup through Wyoming and he couldn't handle it anymore.

Pulling off of the highway Jim immediately bailed on the car and proceeded into the mens room. He walked up to the urinal and started to do his business. He stretched, rubbing his chest to try and put some warmth back as the cold started to set in.

As he was finishing up, he stopped to shake and he heard the door open. The cold made him wince slightly. He zipped up and turned to face the new person in the bathroom.

"Name's Ronaldo. You look like you need a friend."



"What? No. I gotta go," replied Jim. Jim tried to brush past Ronaldo, but met resistance. Their eyes briefly met, Jim saw an amazingly tangled and brushy mess of facial hair spilling out from Ronaldo's chin. And then at that moment, Ronaldo allowed Jim to pass.



Jim reached for the door and he heard Ronaldo speak, "Nice beard. Catch ya later..."

Jim stopped, then shook it off. He got back in the car, started the engine and got back on the road.