THE BURGER VAN
Music was so unlikely in that dingy
street that the night ladies paused in their negotiations to gather round the
hatch.
Dale served everyone burgers and
coffee, each burger-wrap and coffee-cup printed with a girl’s face.
“My daughter,” he explained.
They curled their lips. “What did you
do to hurt her?”
He looked beyond them at the
towers of wealth. “I turned my back when she needed me most. If you meet her,
ask her to come home.”
He drove away, and the wind blew
discarded cups into a corner where a ragged bundle huddled unseen.
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I can't get excited about cities - nasty noisy rushing places that hurt my soul - so this week's flash fiction was bound to be down-beat. Thanks to https://rochellewisoff.com/ for posting the picture prompt taken by another Wisoff - read Rochelle's blog for the full story, and follow the link from there to read others.
I have been busy working on the latest draft of Wolf Pack, the next book in my series. If you haven't read Book One yet, the link to A Volcanic Race is at the top of this page.
