They cruised down the only paved road in town, the bed of his pick up stacked high with her belongings.
“What the fuck is that?” Pointing with his chin, he laughed, “the town’s water tank?”
“I think it’s just a plastic ornament, supposed to resemble a Christmas tree. Probably stays up year round.” Looking from left to right, her palms began to sweat.
“Man, is it ever ugly!” Pressing on the brake, he laughed harder, “Look! The gas station is the grocery store!”
Taking a deep breath, she began rustling through her bag for her cigarettes. She had a feeling this would be the last time she’d be seeing Rick.
I wrote this story for the 46th Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers (FFfAW), a weekly challenge to write a ±100-150 word story based on a photo.
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