Route 66 Novels & Stories

"This is Parker's birthday present. I forgot to give it to him yesterday." Caught off guard, I took the gift and opened it. Inside was a toy puppy. Parker had always been terrified of dogs. When he was five, Beatrice had taken him to an amusement park. Along the way, she ran into a friend and let go of his hand. Before she knew it, Parker had gotten lost in the crowd. By the time they found him, he was crouched on the side of the road, shaking with fear at the sight of a stray dog.

Both of the cars drove so fast heading to Surabaya with average speed of 80 km/hour which was faster than before. Moreover, the road condition was still quiet with not many people passing by. After 90 minutes passed by, both of the cars entered the Surabaya-Gempol toll road. It still took another 30 minutes to arrive at their destination. Suddenly without any notice, the ambulance carrying Rivan pulled over to the left road's shoulder. Dirman was so shocked and immediately stopped his car right behind the ambulance.

I'm begging you to be careful and be on your guard. 'I'm not ready to die just yet, Anthony. I'm just on a sight seeing tour,' I sent back to him. The service road was not well known, but it was secluded. It curved in a large S down the side of a mountain. It was intended to monitor the satellite dish at the top of a small hill. Once the road straightened out it ran for miles eventually dumping into route 301. The piece of road I was interested in bordered the interstate. The interstate wasn't busy at night and it would be easy enough to drive through the trees and merge.

smiled Rose. With a hug Rose watched as they drove off. "Ok Deanna I we are the last ones to leave. Let's go." Rose fell asleep. She dreamt of a man. He was smart and stronger. There was a smell of cedar and vanilla. There was a smell of lavender that seem out of place. Driving all night they finally made it to the Moon Valley Pack by day break. "Rose we are here." whispered Deanna Rose opened her eyes. In front of her was a decent cottage. To the right was sweet garden that could grow veggies later. She would always make sure pups would not go hungry and a garden was a good start.

Mimicking our movements, putting the three of us on edge. Suddenly, an idea hits me. Watching my surroundings I see a sign that said Route 6 exit which was in about 5.5 miles. “Hey Angel, I think I have an idea. Route 6 is coming up. Act like we're about to go North and exit on 6. Then when they least expect it, turn the car South and we’ll grab 24 to I74. Hopefully that’ll buy us some time.”

before she could continue I grabbed her hand, “Great let's go.” As I entered the car, I realized I have no idea where to go, so I turned to her, “I have no idea of any restaurant here, might suggest some.” She smiled, there is one near here, they have great burgers, not like Granmas but the french fries are amazing.” “Great, let’s go.” I started my car and we were heading. I could see she was texting Nana that she will be late and not to worry, I made a mental note to text my dad, never did that before, but I do not know maybe he will worry.

I just pray Jack can’t detect it any more than he already has. Soon enough, night falls and we’re traveling underneath a waxing moon down a desolate highway, Jack’s plush hotel reservation, nothing but a distant fantasy. Weary and with tempers are flaring, we roll into a lonely crossroads motel, a relic of the bygone Route 66 era. In the parking lot, its winking neon sign hums a feeble tune in the darkness, promising false luxuries like cable TV and swamp coolers. Kadeem holds open the door to the lobby and we carefully avoid each other’s eyes. The lobby smells of burnt coffee and bleach. It’s cramped and threadbare, with worn out carpet and dated sheets of wo

“We’re on a highway, I think. There’s a mile marker sign coming up. Says 120. Lots of trees. Sun is setting on my left over some mountains. Oh, I see that peak that looks like a baby’s bottle.” “A baby’s bottle?” I could hear James muffling the mouthpiece and shouting at someone in the background. “Okay, good, Addie. Can you make out another peak to the left? Looks kind of like a scythe?” I looked. “Yeah, I think so. Hey, James? The road is really curvy. Does that help?” “Yeah, Addie, it does. I think you’re on the old Spiral Highway. We’re heading your way.”