Next Gas 190 Miles
Mar 4th, 2019 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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Genevieve stepped down from her jeep at the lonely fueling station, according to the sign the last chance for services for 200 miles, and smoked a cigarette under the half-dead oak tree. A litany of lizards scurried away as she approached.
She wondered how many drivers stopped here in a day. She had passed maybe half a dozen vehicles the entire morning. She couldn’t imagine how the people out here survived so far from civilization.
The old man working the pump had skin as weathered as the geckos’ from too much sun. She decided to tip him an extra twenty.
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