Her last ride, Flash fiction
She wondered what it would feel like riding in a limo, seeing a broadway show in New York.
Tina was driving her ford F-150 pickup truck through the quiet uneventful streets in her little hometown in Skidmore, Tx., population nine hundred and twenty five. Driving past the high school, one lone grocery store, the dairy queen, where she worked in the summer before starting college in Saratoga Springs, just a few miles away.
Tina's eyes were tearing up so badly.
She promised Ted, her fiancé, they would get married in June. They both just graduated from college. Ted had gone to work where everyone else in town worked, the Shell oil company. He was hired for a really good paying position. He would be head of the petroleum engineers where they designed and developed methods for extracting oil and gas from deposits below the earth's surface.
Waking up this morning, feeling rushed and uncertain. Tina wanted something more but what?
She pondered what it would be like to ride in a limo, see a broadway show, visit the art musium in New York, but how could she possibly explain her need for something more before settling down in this sleepy little town?
Tina and Ted grew up next door to each other. Fell in love in highschool. After graduation from college their families had planned a beautiful June wedding.
The sudden urge to step on the gas pedal and high tail it out of Dodge was strong and persistent. The interstate was up ahead, all she had to do was go east to find the excitement she craved. Never looking back once, waving her final goodbye, and floorboarding the gas pedal, she entered the interstate.
The impact of the crash was a crushing blow
The last thing she saw was a long black limousine covering her body before death took her permanently from her sleepy little hometown.
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