Susan needed to get away from Amarillo and Derek just for a few days. Another big fight about children and her career. She started driving, when Derek was at work, on old Route 66 toward a remote spot. She could clear her head there. Tucumcan, New Mexico was remote and had a cool motel and trading post.
After arriving, Susan went into the Tucumcari Trading Post to pick up supplies. It looked dilapidated and closed but it was open. She heard the door open after her. There stood Derek, with a tire iron in his hand. #amwriting #amblogging #writing
*Photo courtesy of Jean-L-Hays
**This post is part of Friday Fictioneers