3WW CCLXVI "Leaving"

The words over at Three Word Wednesday are drank, hitch and muster. A Fiction in 58.


Leaving

We drank until the pain began to fade. We didn’t speak. The afternoon turned to dusk; those who could muster the enthusiasm lit a bonfire. We watched flames dance on somber faces.
As flames turned to ember, I stood. Nobody noticed. I wandered to the edge of the highway. Lights approached.
I threw out a thumb to hitch.




5 comments:

Li said...

Well done - a really compact little story, and good use of the 3 words. not sure I could have come up with anything.

Sheilagh Lee said...

A very succinct little story.Bravo

Dee Martin said...

Interesting write, Thom. hi to There is mSeems as though they are saying farewell to someone. There is more to this story...

JonnyM said...

I agree that this story is just a beginning. I am left in concern that the hitch hiker will not be safe. Expecially as those around the person could hardly summon the enthusiasm for a bonfire. How much less a search party?

Jae Rose said...

A shot of words as stinging as a fresh JD..nobody sees..despite the lights..as ever the questions of why/what/where linger as I leave your piece..always :)