He flicked on the radio, only to be greeted by static. Not even the faint whine of AM talk shows. “Guess I’ll have no choice but to enjoy the silence,” he said to no one, twisting the dial anyway out of habit. The radio gave the same dead hiss. Dan wasn’t particularly bothered. This had happened before on bad weather days.
He checked his phone, which gave one flicker of service, and then was gone. “This route’s a dead zone anyway,” he sighed. Out here, miles from everything, the road belonged to the rain and the engine. It was to be just him, the storm, and a trailer full of someone else’s belongings.