The Escape

photo by Wyatt Ryan via Unsplash


At sunset, we stop for snacks and potty breaks and to throw the old ragged leather ball until he’s run off the excess energy and is ready to fall asleep in the back of the car, on top of everything I could cram into the Fiat.

There are 10 missed calls and 30 unread texts on my phone and I really should have blocked his number but I want to know if he says something that should make me worry more than the bruise he left on my arm.

I turn my phone off, reach for the road atlas in the glove box and, to the sound of soft snuffling snores in the back, open to a random page, drop my finger on a random city and point the car in that direction.


For this week’s 3LineTales Challenge.



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