It’s back to basics today with a very short story (does this qualify as micro-flash?). It is partly inspired by flying over Arizona recently on my way to Phoenix. It reminded me of scenes from road trip movies through Monument Valley or any desert really. In turn, that led to this idea, and then I decided to see if I could fit it into 100 words. I could; here’s the result. It may appear as #fridayflash, or simply as a little (very little) extra.
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‘Driven far?’ I say.
She nods with tired eyes.
‘You?’ she asks.
‘Fifteen hours, we shared the driving.’
‘That’s lucky,’ she says, picking up her toddler, ‘still, it’s worth it, for the kids.’
They reach the front the queue.
‘Read the sign, lady. All children to be accompanied by both parents. No exceptions.’
‘But I can pay. Please, we’ve driven for two days.’
A man pushes forward, snarling.
‘Hey, you heard him, no unmarried mothers; ain’t healthy.’
We go through the turnstile. Looking back, I make out their tail lights, heading east into the darkening sky; away from the bunker.
© flyingscribbler 2010