Written as part of a challenge called Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner, details found at http://rogersship.WordPress.com
“Enough is enough!” I look back at my nemesis.
My eyes lock dead. My will prevents blinking. My scowl concrete.
“You will not beat me!” My voice echoes down a vacant roadway.
I turn away. No more last looks. No more trying to understand why. The point of no return with this wreck. Why I chose to think things would get better, remains a mystery.
Hoping for the best is easy in good times. The last straw sucked hope out of the picture. I’m on my own. The open road and what I have on my back.
Sounds call me from behind. It sounds of broken glass. Shrill high pitched. Demanding my attention like so many times before. Every time it less to a let down. My heart bruised. My conscious put to sleep early today. Maybe tomorrow I’ll think about her.
A red car burns on a deserted road. Almost no-one notices.