With one hand on the wheel, I undo my tie with the other. Just three hours before, I shouted, “I’m done,” and stalked out. I couldn’t take it anymore – the piles upon piles of paper on my desk waiting to be sorted, analyzed, and debriefed. Who can take this kind of work everyday let alone for five years?
I glance up at the darkening sky. I better find a place to stay for the night. I check my phone, no service. Great, fantastic.
Ahead, I see sparks of light. I steer toward it. What is that? Two guys drinking beer?
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.