Left and Left

The moon turned purple when the sun went down.
Mac walked down a road in the direction of a town. He could see lights but didn't know how far his walk would be. He heard Slaughter On Tenth Avenue and wondered where it was coming from. There was nothing around. He saw a shadow move off to his right and lit a cigarette. He set down his bag, grabbed a coat and put it on. He saw a car and thought about sticking his thumb out but knew that hadn't worked in years. The car passed him and the shadow moved again. He thought it might be a coyote. He picked up his bag. Everything seemed to playing tricks on him. He wished he was on something that would explain that. He seemed to be gaining on the town but didn't want to get his hopes up. Slaughter on Tenth Avenue ended and he couldn't hear anything but the wind and the wind seemed to be gaining strength.. He missed the song that couldn't have existed since he wasn't around anything that could produce it. He tried to think through his circumstances but that was useless. He wondered why he wanted to get to town. Walking's easy, boring but easy, he thought. The Army taught me that.
The town was hardly a town. By the time he arrived everything was closed and that tempered his enthusiasm. He walked by a store and thought about all the stuff he would buy if it were open. He found a park and laid on a bench.
When the sun rose he walked around until he found a diner. He sat at the counter and waited for the waitress to finish taking the only other customer's order. She brought him a glass of ice water. "Would you like a cup of coffee?" she asked.
Her voice was the first he had heard in he couldn't remember when and that opened up a bunch of questions he couldn't answer and that kind of rattled him.
"No thanks. Could I see a menu?" He asked.
"Of course you can."
She brought him a menu and smiled. "Where are you from?"
"A long way from here."
"I'll give you a minute," she said and walked into the kitchen.
"Montana," he said to himself but that was a lie he thought and laughed.
"I'll take the eggs and hash," he said when she returned.
"Good choice. Would you like toast or an English muffin?"
"Toast."
"Wheat or white?"
"White."
"What's the name of this town?" He asked when she brought him his food.
"You don't know where you are?"
"I know I'm sitting here talking to you."
"Well that's a start. You are in the Little Creek."
"Where is the creek?"
"Take a left out the door and another left at the stop sign and you will run into it.