With one look, he was transported to the past. The heat, the dust of the road and the feeling of being lost rushed back to him. Nights spent in roadside dives, the muffled sounds of his mother’s tears, as they made their way to a new life on the west coast. Hope for work, no guarantees, but a new life nonetheless. He looks across the 60 years since that migration, the truck no longer a time machine, but a rusty reminder of where he’d been.
Today’s post is part of Flash Friday Fictioneers. The photo prompt is courtesy of Madison Woods. Her story can be found here, along with links to all the other Flash Friday Fictioneers.