Lorna May dreamt about the places she’d travel to once she left this small town.
The Ford pickup always needed fixing. It worked fine when they were riding around town, but Dillon wanted her ready for our big city adventures.
His daddy told him he could have the truck when he turned 18. No lie, he handed him the keys right after they cut the cake.
Laying on the flatbed, we’d look up at the stars, dreaming about the places we’d see.
I never did get to see those big towns.
Dillon ran off into a ditch. He died instantly.
Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt:©Bill Reynolds
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