It is Friday and time for Friday Fictioneers. Every Friday we gather here to share our stories of 100 words from a photo prompt. We are hosted by the ever effervescent Rochelle Wisoff-Fields of Addicted to Purple. Comments and constructive critiques are welcomed.
She squirmed uncomfortably in the back seat. She was tightly wedged in on both sides – a skinny Canadian expat on her right and a big American woman on the left.
Sally shifted herself, pushing up on the roof for support. She could hardly breathe. She tried to lean back but was met with their unyielding luggage.
How did she get in this fix? She would need the jaws of life to get her out of this. She dared not look at the woman. It would start another flood of conversation and tears about the boyfriend again.
She counted the hours.