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!
helen midgley 
Sneaky little joint..
On route to route 66 is Tucumcar trading post the one place you do not want to have to make a pit stop. Looking at the grave yard of clapped out motorised vehicles I think not. It appears a covered wagon once made a pit stop, look now at what remains. Texaco has come a long way since there was a fuel stop there and the eatery – do we really want to know what lurks behind those four walls, the skeletons of times past perhaps. Antiques, beads and who knows what lurks around the corner following that arrow – Indian territory, just maybe.
I think you captured the spirit of the prompt. And those tires got the air sucked right out. Great!
Nice job, Helen! 🙂
Like the Hotel California of trade-posts… it sucked the air out of my lungs as well.
Just lovely. I want to suck the air out of it
Nice take Helen. Not many people are making it past this reading post in this week’s stories!
I love the line ‘A kaleidoscope of patterns distorting and reforming under a thousand different footsteps. Never the same, never repeating. Unique.’ A great punch at the end.
Well told. Certainly not the place yo’d want to stop
I wonder if it’s getting really busy there, though I’m guessing there are lot of bodies buried…
Yeah, I’m back to serial killing this week 😉
but every now and again a snap of colour bit through the dirt –
Yowza! I love that line.
Like Clare I enjoyed the kaleidoscope line, and the voice you used
“neon oasis” says it all. At least until you get to the bit about the air being sucked out of the tyres….. Not such an oasis after all!
Great imagery which misleads in its sense of oasis to reveal a grimmer truth.