The Road Home
“What did he say?” she asked.
“The engine is leaking oil, but the mechanic is gone for the night. We can come back tomorrow. Or, he said if we get a case of oil from the auto parts store next door and keep dumping it in, we’ll make it home.”
They drove in silence for a long while; tears burned the back of her eyes.
“It’s an omen,” she said. “This happening on the way back from our honeymoon? It means our entire marriage is going to be filled with trouble.”
“Let’s keep going,” he said. “We’ll be fine.”
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This post was inspired by the April 27 Flash Fiction Challenge at Carrot Ranch Communications.
In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes oil. It can be an oil refinery, the raw product or used as a commodity. How does oil fit into a plot or a genre? Go where the prompt leads.
I like his attitude and if he is able to convince her to start thinking that way, their marriage will also be ok. Very well done, Lisa!
Only one way to get there…forward.
Ya gotta keep an eye on the gauges and tend to the engine; even the marriage machinations.
A succinctly told tale of hope for the honeymooners.
True enough! Regular maintenance is a smart move.
Well done with those 99 words! I love the possibilities here, too: a bad day could just be a bad day…or it could really spell trouble or…WORSE! haha. I love stories like this! 🙂
Good thing the husband here is calm and logical because his new wife clearly is not! 😀
It’s not so much the trouble you encounter, it’s your attitude for getting through it! (My husband and I broke down on the way home from our honeymoon, too.)
That’s very true, Deborah. Life throws all kinds of obstacles in our path. How we approach the problem is key.
I hope your honeymoon breakdown story is a good one! Guessing you made it through… 🙂
The honeymoon is over! Actually, this story sets the stage for life’s leaks, stalls and unexpected disappointments. I like the husband’s attitude. A good insight for us all.
A good reminder, I suppose, that it’s not all champagne and romance. Sometimes it’s motor oil and tears.