Thursday, July 11, 2013

100 Words a Day 319

“Come on, come on” Ed said, the sputtering growing to a cough. With a final shudder, the car died, starved for gas.

Ed closed his eyes, sighed, and let his forehead fall against the wheel. After a loud swallow, tears gathered in his eyes before overflowing down his cheeks.

He’d been so close. There was no way he’d make it on foot and would lose the job. It meant he couldn’t pay his rent or buy food.

Ed sat in the car, unsure what to do. He couldn’t even call anyone; his cellphone had been turned off two months ago.