Miles Away From Anywhere

a story about a getaway car in the days after all cars have broken down

Sometimes, at dusk, we’ll hike down the weed-strewn highway to where we abandoned the old sedan.

We’ll sit in the front seat and think of the days before the radios went to static and the streets became graveyards and the darkened cities unveiled a sky full of stars we had forgotten.

The car hasn’t moved in decades, but for a few hours, it takes us miles away from anywhere.

Short story written by Peter Chiykowski

Story prompt taken from a photo by The Nigmatic