A Road Trip that Never Happened

Begin the Route

FRIDAY FICTIONEERS: EVERY FRIDAY AUTHORS FROM AROUND THE WORLD GATHER TO SHARE THEIR 100-WORDS BASED ON THE PHOTO PROMPT HOSTED BY ROCHELLE WISOFF, OFFERING CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM AND ENCOURAGEMENT TO EACH OTHER. READERS ARE ENCOURAGED TO COMMENT AS WELL. HERE’S MY SHORT CONTRIBUTION…

We had grown up along the dusty middle of the old highway, driven along various parts for ice cream and amusement. When she moved out West, I made the trip out to meet her at the end of the line.  We sipped a cold orange soda on the beach watching seagull peck at each other over nothing and made plans to meet in Chicago next  summer for a road trip down the entirety Route 66. Little did I know that spring was the beginning of the end of our friendship. Just like the seagulls, we began to pecking at each other and our friendship eroded like the beach.

-Friday Fictioneers: 107 words-

2013-03-24 15.04.02

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4 thoughts on “A Road Trip that Never Happened

  1. Dear Jenn,

    Relationships can go that way. They say familiarity breeds contempt.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

  2. lindarigsbee says:

    Loved the way that swung around. Great job.

  3. How sad that after so long, they grew apart. I like the seagull comparison.

    janet

  4. Sandra says:

    That’s the way it goes, sometimes. Nicely done.

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