Dust Trail (Ct.) 26 August 2019


Once she hit the black top, she’d slowed some and burned the edge off her fury. Mel wasn’t going to turn around this time. She’d done that too many times before. Just keep driving, that’s what she told herself. The tank was full, and she had a little cash, and thankfully, her credit card, checkbook, and license were still in the drink holder where she’d left them from the last trip to the grocery store.

What was it with her? She’d never been a glutton for punishment, but damn it if Kelly didn’t know how deal it out. Short-fused, he could never see that being pissed at someone or something else, shouldn’t be an excuse to rail at her. He’d be sorry. He always was. But it didn’t change anything. Mel didn’t want to think about it, but something had to give.

Part one is here: Dust Trail 15 August 2019

About Sally Gerard

I am a writer, runner, teacher, singer, guitar player, mom, lover, coffee drinker, hunter, antique tractor driver, horsewoman, sister, and lover of the outdoors. Did I mention that I love lighthouses?
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