The Clearing Past Exit 57

        Never thought I’d end up here. I raise my hand but cars keep roaring by. Lana left me three years ago; now she’s about five feet away. I thought she’d left, didn’t love me. Wasn’t nearly right enough. She found another love past exit fifty-seven. My feet sink further downward and I scream.

Reviews

[Aj Brown]

I like vignettes like this. They often leave so much to the imagination. I will say, however, that you really should expand this into something bigger. You have a good idea here that needs to be expanded on. I would love to see more of what could happen in this story--you have a bunch of different directions you could take this.

I'm sorry I can't be more helpful on this one.

[Blackbirdsong]

Yeah really. I want to read what happens next. This is a good start.

"My feet sink further downward and I scream." That is just too much of a cliffhanger.

[Dana L. Freck]

You might wanna try again :) Um, submitting the story, that is.