Lost in Lesbos

I was on my way to the beach to meet up with friends near Tampa, when my car got a flat tire. Groaning inwardly I got out and realized it was pitch black outside but I was sure I took off in the afternoon and I had only been on the road for 45 minutes. It wasn’t dark when I was driving either. Something was certainly amiss. When I get out to look at the tire, I spot a light in the grass over an old broken fence on the same side of the road where I pulled over. No cars were to be seen and even the crickets suddenly stopped right after I opened my car door. I didn’t particularly want to go look but I had no flashlight. Well the one in my trunk had dead batteries and changing a tire in this darkness was going to be tough. In the field I saw what looked like a shack. It may have been a hunters shack or something similar. I passed a gas station about 20 minutes earlier behind me but that was at least a 15 mile walk. The beach was another 10 miles in the other direction but I wasn’t sure if I was still on the road to the beach since it suddenly got so dark.