PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot
Blue Lights
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.
“No problem.”
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
Muninn's Memories 
December 22, 2016 at 8:01 am
Dear Kecia,
We don’t even have to ask what she was doing in the car. Well constructed story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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December 22, 2016 at 9:25 am
Thank you, Rochelle.
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December 22, 2016 at 9:23 am
Very transactional. I take it both parties got what they wanted.
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December 22, 2016 at 9:25 am
It seems. Thanks for commenting. 🙂
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December 22, 2016 at 11:15 pm
Oops I seem to have missed the beginning of the blue film err story I mean lights 😉 😀 Loved the routine tone of the story. And the line “He drove, she zipped” stayed with me – nicely done Kecia 🙂
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December 23, 2016 at 8:40 am
Thank you for the comment, Dahlia. 🙂
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December 23, 2016 at 8:43 am
OOPs, I saw the smiley faces too late. I edited my comment, but you were too quick to hit the like button. Thanks again. Glad we had the same idea. 🙂
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December 23, 2016 at 8:45 am
😀 😀 Cool 🙂
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December 23, 2016 at 9:15 am
Nothing sentimental, just business as usual, which makes the reader wonder if they should be upset about it or not. Perfect flash fiction, leaves us thinking.
Tracey
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December 23, 2016 at 9:28 am
Thanks, Tracey. 🙂
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