Uncharted Cravings on Open Road
Uncharted Cravings on Open Road The sun was an unrelenting furnace in the cerulean sky as I crawled along the winding country road in my luxurious cherry-red convertible Mercedes-Benz – an extravagant indulgence I allowed myself after years of hard work in the corporate rat race that culminated in my early retirement at fifty-five with an enviable fortune few could fathom; the epitome of success for many but an empty shell for me in recent times – craving something rawer than my polished lifestyle could offer in these vast tracts of monotonous sprawl between the cities I was traversing that …