Milk. Eggs. Sliced bread for the kids’ lunches. Those little biscuits Dave likes. Bin bags. Loo roll. Birth control pills. A road map of Europe. Some screamy death metal. Energy drink. A full tank of petrol. A glance in the rear view mirror. The horizon. A sunset. Wild, open night.
Joe Pearson is a British fiction writer living in Paris. His shopping lists aren’t this dramatic. You can find more of his writing at joepearsonwriter.com.
Nice. Leaves the reader to wonder: is the driver running away alone, or prepping to go with his family. Who knows? Perhaps your next submission will continue the story.