Flash Friday Fiction

Jean L. Hays

Picture courtesy of Jean L. Hays    

Signs, signs, everywhere are signs, blocking out the scenery, breaking my mind…

Now that I’ve dated myself, this picture brings a lot to mind. One, my husband has a traveling exhibit about Route 66. Another, my father traveled west on Route 66 as a teenager as his parents looked for work at the end of the depression. And last, I love Chicago. It is a place near and dear to my heart. It’s a toddling town.

With that, I’m sticking with the theme of stealing song lyrics for this week’s entry.

Word count: 100

A Long and Winding Road

– I don’t care if you ever come back, Joan yelled as the tail lights faded away. She’d kicked him out one last time. This time, she told herself, it was for good.

Postcards began arriving, town names from their past – Springfield, Joplin, Amarillo, Santa Fe, Flagstaff, Needles – places they had travelled before and had been happy.

Memories taunted her, their promises, their history. She wasn’t taking him back. No way.

A phone call, collect.

– Come to Santa Monica. I’ll send you the fare. You know I love only you.

Packing a bag, Joan knew. This time, things would be different.

© Erin Leary

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