Written for OLWG#99
Melissa slowed the car as she approached the intersection. Reaching over she shook Dwight’s shoulder and studied the road signs. The Milky Way was a grand display in the inky sky.
“Darrel, honey? Darrel? I think I’m lost. Which way should I go from here?”
Trevor slowly opened his eyes and studied his surroundings. To his right there was a pole covered with highway signs. There must have been thirty signs and arrows on the pole – correction, poles, lots of poles – there was a forest of poles and they held up signs with highway numbers, and village names. There were signs claiming ‘East’ or ‘West’ and arrows that pointed in every direction. He rubbed his eyes.
“Jeeze, Gertie. Where the hell are we?”
“If I knew that I wouldn’t have had to wake you up.”
“I don’t know why you woke me up anyway. I can hardly spell ‘map’ let alone read one. Have you seen any gas stations? Maybe we can ask for directions.”
“There’s been nothing on this road for a long time, Ed. No gas stations, no towns or farmhouses. Hell, there’s hardly been any traffic even. Don’t you have a GPS system on that fancy phone of yours?”
“You’re right. I do.” Warren patted his trousers and found his phone in the left hip pocket. He leaned to his right and pulled it out; turned it on and waited. After only a short time he turned the screen and showed it to Belinda, “no signal,” he said.
“Shit,” she replied, “What are we gonna do?”
“Don’t panic,” he said, “let me think. My wife would know what to do.”
“What would she do?” Elizabeth asked.
“I think she’d keep going towards one of those towns listed on the signs. She’d stop and ask directions there.”
“We should have brought her along with us then.”
Roger was silent. He turned his head and glared at Amanda, “I don’t think she would approve of us, Betsy. It’s probably better that she stayed at home.”
The engine chose that moment to cough, then stutter, and then stop and wheeze.
Tanya and Mark looked at one another, eyes wide.
“How far back was that last gas station?” he asked.
This week’s prompts were:
- I’m broken
- one for the road
- That’s not what I do