Every Wednesday, the most generous Rochelle posts a photo-prompt and challenges writers from around the globe for their own 100-word take on the picture. This challenge is known across the world as the Friday Fictioneers.
Along the tracks, in that wild envelope of green, Whitley could go five miles without remembering.
She could pretend that she and Beau were just on a hike, like those East Coast tourists used to do in their $300 hiking boots and their dryer-fresh socks. Laughing, taking selfies and imagining themselves frontiersmen.
There was nothing like that now.
On the highway, every other mile-marker fell to a tangle of kudzu and broken cars, the mummified drivers still propped behind the wheels. And those tourists? Rotting in their beds in their homes far away.
These days, she kept to the tracks.
Thanks for visiting!
PS: Microsoft Word counts hyphenated words as a single word. But does Rochelle? If not, I get two demerits.