It’s Christmas Eve and there he was, racing across three states to make an emergency delivery. This wasn’t his plan. His plan was to spend the night with his family but his boss called the last minute. “Go,” his wife urged, “for the money.”
Now, 16 hours on the road with only water in the truck, he must make a pit stop. Upon seeing the sign, he pulled into the parking lot of a diner. As he settled in a booth, the waitress brought him a plate of eggs and bacon. He looked up. She smiled. “You look like you need it.”
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.