The road stretched on into the night, a mournful song on the radio. The car’s driver was alone. Beside him sat a full bottle and a cabin reservation for two. He focused not on the song, the full bottle, or the empty car. His sad eyes focused on the road.
Robert Trueblood is an amateur writer, professional bookkeeper, GM, and possible Vampire from Alberta, Canada.
Ah, that long lonely drive … sometimes a good tale brings back good memories. Sometimes, those memories are not so good … cathartic, regardless.
Many possibilities to resolve in this story! I love getting to co-create the ending. Well crafted!