Home at last. Miriam hums and kicks off her heels, then checks the fridge. No real food. Sigh. Her cell emits a boisterous, You Can’t Get no, Satisfaction.
She unzips her gray wool dress and peaks at caller I.D. What’s Trina, want? I quit the group months ago. “What’s up? Rotten weather for driving. Book-club on tonight?”
“Not sure. Time will tell. Sam’s out of gas—stuck on Exit 42.”
“How can I help?” As if I care.
“We need your gas can. Meet Doris at the Upper James Sunoco station.”
“Dor-ris? What for?”
“She’s offered to keep you company.”
“This is irrational. You know she’s crazy, right? She hates me.”
“Bite the bullet this once, sweetie. Even Doris doesn’t remember why your conflict started.”
“And CAA?” Miriam grinds her teeth and drops the dress.
“Will take ninety minutes.”
“Doris doesn’t own a gun, does she? I don’t trust her.”
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This is the new Fall Quarter of Flash in the Pan. The theme is Disturbed.
The word limit for Irrational is 150 words. I used them all again.
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