Sunday Photo Fiction: Greener Grass
I was bored. Bored, bored, mine numbingly, bored out of my mind.
He promised adventure, back roads to small, quaint towns, interstates to large, exotic cities.
I believed and I left with him.
He was fine, fun even, but I preferred the quiet, stable life.
I came back and have been here every since.
He’s come to visit, but no one has ever lured me away again.
Now I own the truck stop and am as happy as a rig on the open road.
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