The words over at Three Word Wednesday are drank, hitch and muster. A Fiction in 58.
Leaving
We drank until the pain began to fade. We didn’t speak. The afternoon turned to dusk; those who could muster the enthusiasm lit a bonfire. We watched flames dance on somber faces.
As flames turned to ember, I stood. Nobody noticed. I wandered to the edge of the highway. Lights approached.
I threw out a thumb to hitch.
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4 comments:
Well done - a really compact little story, and good use of the 3 words. not sure I could have come up with anything.
A very succinct little story.Bravo
Interesting write, Thom. hi to There is mSeems as though they are saying farewell to someone. There is more to this story...
I agree that this story is just a beginning. I am left in concern that the hitch hiker will not be safe. Expecially as those around the person could hardly summon the enthusiasm for a bonfire. How much less a search party?
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