PHOTO PROMPT © Jean L. Hays
Running on Empty
I was so tired of running.
Many long, endless roads through nothingness. Jackrabbits with ears the size of silos on the shoulder and me being afraid they’d scamper across.
When I felt like I could drive no farther, I arrived at a junction where a dilapidated building stood, like many ramshackle structures devoid of life I’d driven by, but this one bore fresh paint; the windows weren’t busted.
I parked, glanced at bloodshot eyes in the rearview. When I entered, saw folks sitting at the counter eating donuts, the last thing I expected to hear was: we’ve been waiting for you.