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?
(100 words)
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.
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he’d be lucky if they offer him a beer in exchange for his wallet. 🙂
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I’m sure he’ll work it out with them somehow. 😀
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Hope it works out.
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Hope so too. 🙂
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Hope they’re friendly men drinking beer.
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Hope so too.
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Sometimes you have to know when enough is enough. Hope the two guys are friendly.
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He may be wiser to just keep driving 🙂
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Or maybe that’s just what he needs at the moment.
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Paradise an escape and beer too.
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True.
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I see three men with beer soon. That sounds like a happy escape.
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Haha!!! I can see that too. 😀
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