Sarah Ann Hall

Reporting on writing in progress or, more probably, not; practising flash fiction.

Two for Tuesday #4 – Road Trip

with 3 comments

I think I like rules as have tried to write within both of Andy Black’s Two for Tuesday Challenge stipulations again this week.


Standard prompt:
razor thin

Non-Standard Prompt:
This week for the alternative prompt, I am providing you with a scenario.  Write a story about a man and woman on a road trip. He uses the men’s room while she fills the car with gas. When he comes out, she and the car are gone. As per usual with the Non-standard prompt there is no word limit but there is a minimum of 200 words.



Road Trip (299 words)

Gemma was heading south with Rick, back to her grandmother’s old haunts. It was a pilgrimage for both of them in different ways. Gemma wanted to see the house her childhood dreams were built on, the home where her mother was born, the kitchen where her grandmother had created the world’s best gumbo, jambalaya and onion soup. Rick wanted to be swallowed up by the sounds of Decatur Street.

Although their reasons for travelling were different, Gemma had thought they’d been going together.

‘I might stay on after you go home,’ Rick had said the previous evening.

‘You want to wait to see that band next Thursday?’

‘No, I mean I might stay. Get a job.’

She hadn’t replied, didn’t know what to say, couldn’t believe what she’d heard. She hadn’t slept. Rick hadn’t taken the words back. Breakfast that morning had been quiet.

It was approaching lunchtime and she felt her demeanour wearing razor thin. She needed coffee and apple pie. Maybe pecan? Something sweet to smooth over the mountain range in her stomach.

‘We need gas,’ she said, and began to pull over before Rick could object.

Gemma ate pie and drank two coffees. Rick fiddled with the straw in his soda.

‘I’m sorry,’ he said, as Gemma drained her second cup. ‘I should have said something before.’

‘It’s fine. Don’t worry about it. Let’s get back on the road.’

As usual, when it was time to fill the car, Rick disappeared to the bathroom. If only he’d made the effort then. If only he’d offered to pay his share that once then Gemma might not have left him standing on the forecourt. The shock on his face in the rear-view mirror as he barged through the swing doors was enough to sustain her to journey’s end.


Written by Sarah Ann

April 20, 2013 at 2:16 pm

3 Responses

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  1. Bravo! two for the price of one. Great job of fulfilling both prompts. The tension between the two was palpable. I thoroughly enjoyed this piece!


    April 20, 2013 at 3:20 pm

    • Thank you. I’m very happy you enjoyed it. I might have to revisit these characters to try to work out why Rick is such a prat. 🙂

      Sarah Ann

      April 21, 2013 at 7:37 pm

      • Definitely! You’ve made it out of the starting gate now run with it!


        April 22, 2013 at 12:26 pm

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