Leaving

It's been a rough, interesting week. I had time this morning to turn out a Fiction in 58 - 58 words that (hopefully) make a cohesive story. 

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.