If she loved me, she might have said, “Don’t go.”
She might have talked about the dangers they paraded across the news feed every night: The bombs. The terrorists. The kidnappings.
She might have pointed out there were a hundred other alternatives to that particular assignment.
She might have said there’s no shame in being a local correspondent, or that the money didn’t matter.
If she loved me…
If she loved me—just a little—she would have given me a ride.
The kid at the booth slid the window to one side. “Which lot are you looking for?”
NOTE: I botched the POV in the initial version because everyone thought it was the woman’s POV. I switched “me” for “him” and hopefully it makes it clearer.
This has been another edition of the fabulous Friday Fictioneers, hosted by the talented Rochelle Wisoff Fields. This week’s photo prompt courtesy Rochelle. (Very inspiring, Rochelle!)
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