Someone to Think About

She was standing along the highway the first time I saw her, hair blowing freely in the wind. I thought about stopping to pick her up, but it was just a thought.

I’ve seen her six times since, always somewhere different.

I can’t stop thinking about her.

But only thinking.

This story was based on the prompt “by the road” on TypeTrigger.

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