The fan belt broke in Nevada, so Sylvie stripped her tights off and secured them in its place. In Arizona we swerved to avoid a skunk, and the brake pedal snapped off, leaving only a stump. She unbuckled her sandal and jammed it on hard, piercing the flimsy sole. In Texas the trunk lid flew off, scattering our baggage behind us. We re-secured it, but the rope wasn’t long enough to tie to the car.
She gave me the end.
“Hold this. Tight.”
Then the gas gauge needle quivered on E, but Sylvie ignored it, staring down the unbroken desert ahead.
Wonderful read.
Desperation and invention whirling away.
Well done Hannah.
I like the way you think. Your writing is pretty good too. Good job pointing out “The Mother of Invention.”
Great! I laughed out loud at the end. “I am woman, hear me roar!” But there’s a limit ‘cuz I can’t do miracles. Loved, loved, loved this. Thanks.
There’s a whole story of strength in the midst of poverty and need behind this, which makes this slice of it resonate. I’d love to see the fuller version. Well done!
A story of determination in the face of unsurmountable troubles. Loved it!
Left me wanting more. Great anticipation in just a few words.
One of the best stories I’ve read here. Thank you for this.