I curse the back of his fat, well-read head as we trudge. Balding, sunburnt, coated in Oklahoma dust, I hate that fathead like I hate the miles I have trudged behind it.
A car approaches and fathead enthusiastically extends his thumb; I cover my eyes and mouth. He chokes on dust as it passes.
Fathead planned it; a glorious road trip in grand American literary tradition.
But ‘On The Road’ lied.
No one picks up hitchhikers.
There are no odd jobs.
Fathead promised me Kerouac’s Route 66… yet here I trudge through Steinbeck’s instead.
(Word count 100)
My Friday Fictioneers 100 word challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’s Addicted To Purple blog. The challenge is to write a 100 word story based in some way off the photo prompt (on this occasion provided by Jean L. Hays). I broke my own rule and read one or two other blogs stories this week – methinks the idea of road trip will be a common one :).
I think this week’s post should stand on its own, but it does assume some pre-reading:
Both involve travel across America via Route 66, but the experiences of the travellers differs significantly.
Let me know what you think!