Poleward
by George LaCas
After the eviction notice, my wife and I packed our belongings in backpacks and black plastic bags. We hit the road, headed west.
“Where are we going?” she asked, smoking.
When we neared the Texas line I hung a hard right. Another back road to avoid old warrants.
“Canada.”
Dreams of mountains, snow, air. Freedom.
“Where are we going?” she asked, smoking.
When we neared the Texas line I hung a hard right. Another back road to avoid old warrants.
“Canada.”
Dreams of mountains, snow, air. Freedom.
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Please note: Fn adds the author name and title to the word count. The story is exactly 55 words long.
Terrific story that tells a lot about them in such a tiny space. Sad, but also hopeful...
I'm hoping for them
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Thanks, Susan. I hope they brought warm clothes!
Nice work, George. This piece works well for me.
I like it!
“'Where are we going?' she asked, smoking."
"smoking"--perfect!
Wonderful economy.
Canada is a great place, especially in their condition.
Smoking in Texas to snow in Canada. A nice leap of imagery in so few words.
Well done, George!