Odds

by Rod Drake

It was raining pretty hard last night when I stopped to pick up a soaked young hitchhiker; he got in quickly and thanked me so much for rescuing him on such a miserable night. After he warmed up a little, he asked me how did I know that he wasn't a criminal, or even a serial killer? I just smiled and said that the odds of two serial killers being in the same car were, well, astronomical. He laughed at the joke; it was no joke. Then I killed him. He was never missed or found.

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Rod Drake thinks about a lot of different things, and some of those things get turned into tiny stories.