Photo courtesy of Joy Pixley.
The trail was long and her legs were weary. Did I do the right thing? She wondered. Sure, I had to stand up for myself, end the madness.
A buzzard screeched above. At least he wasn’t hovering around her. Soon, it would be dark. I’ll make it, she kept telling herself.
Ahead, she saw bushes and brush, and beyond them, a silhouette of more bushes and brush. Where is that darn road? I should be there soon. Good thing I wore the comfortable shoes. She looked down at her reliable Chucks.
The view up ahead looked foggy, like confusion. It looked hazy and a little like the loneliness she felt. No, that wasn’t it. It looked like warrior’s freedom. It was her release from the man who got behind the wheel drunk and risked both their lives regularly.
His command: “Shut up or get out!”
Her response this time? A slammed car door and hasty footsteps.
©Pamela Schloesser Canepa
The Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers Challenge calls for a short story of no more than 150-175 words in response to a photo prompt. I encourage you to join the challenge or peruse other flash fiction responses at http://flashfictionforaspiringwriters.wordpress.com/2016/12/19/fffaw-challenge-week-of-december-20-2016/ .
I find it fun to see how different minds will respond to the same prompt. Thanks for reading! I know it’s awfully short, as necessary, but do you get a sense of closure?