Time again for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 words of fiction (or thereabouts) based around the weekly photo prompt. Too much fun to miss, follow the link and give it a go.
Photo Copyright : Jean L. Hayes
Thick sand covered the ground, but every now and again a snap of colour bit through the dirt. Reds and blues, hints of green, shades of life and hope.
A kaleidoscope of patterns distorting and reforming under a thousand different footsteps. Never the same, never repeating. Unique.
Tucumcar was like that. Unique.
A neon oasis in the endless dust. A pit-stop for the weary and the hungry. They all came. Used the restroom, filled their bellies and their tyres.
And while they ate, someone sucked the air right back outta them tyres.
Oh they all came, but they never left.
That’s what makes Tucumcar unique you see!