By Susan Gale Wickes
He was a loner. A drifter. A guy from the wrong side of the tracks.
She was cheap. Easy. But she could sing like a bird.
He bought her a guitar and some blue jeans that would make her mother blush.
They stopped at a truck stop on the way to Nashville. He went inside for burgers. She slid over to check her cherry red lipstick in the mirror.
She closed her eyes.
Suddenly, they are sixteen years down the road. They never made it to Nashville. He’d pawned the guitar.
She still sings like a bird, but he never listens.
That’s good. Last line really sticks with me.
Thanks, Susan! I think we all have a “what might have been”….
This is a quite remarkable example of a writer being able to tell a very big, life long story with a very few words. Bravo!
Thanks, Benita!
Nicely done, Susan.
Thanks, Roy!
Fine story.
Thank you, Irene.
Nicely done Susan! I agree with the others.Clever story telling in a short space.
I truly appreciate the positive feedback. I’ve been using it to fuel me on to my next story. Thank you!
Oh that is so good! A perfect ending that summarizes a life.
Thanks, Mark!