PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
Two a.m. From the driver’s side, he asked where she wanted out.
Buttoning her shirt, she pointed with her chin. “There’s a diner up the road. Can’t miss the blue lights.”
He drove, and she zipped her jeans.
“Here,” she said, pointing.
Pulling over, he put the Honda in neutral to idle and lifted his hip to grab his wallet.
He counted the cash and passed it over. “Thanks,” she said.
She shut the door, and he pulled out without looking back. Shoving the bills in her pocket, she went to buy a meal.
Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories