Jon hit the wall. He was stuck in this rotten part of town. This was the last time he came to MaryAnn’s for the night. She could just truck over to his place. Why wouldn’t she want to anyway?
He stared at the stained wall in front of him. He’d want to get out of here any chance he got. Looking up, he noticed the A/C still in the window above. Shaking his head, he glanced at the fresh snow on his truck. Pulling out his phone, he checked the time again, just as the tow truck came around the corner.
Brought to us by Rochelle as always for our Friday Fictioneering. Check out the rest the stories here!