#FFFC - The Last Stop

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From Fandango’s Flash Fiction Challenge...

"I told you we should have stopped earlier."

"But the sign says it's open."


"But it's not! I mean, look. There's no lights, no sign of life. It's like no one has been here for years."

"Well, we can still rest. And pee..."

"You can maybe. I'm not peeing out here in the open. You guys have it made, not like us ladies."

He snorted. "Open both the doors on your side and use them as a screen."

"What, and have to walk in my own pee?"

She shuddered. He shrugged.

"Suit yourself." He unzipped his fly and took care of business before getting back into the car.

"Now what?" she demanded.

"I guess I need to see if those gas pumps will work."

"You're an idiot. Don't you remember that power outage last summer? No power, no gas."

"It's worth a try."

She crossed her arms and frowned. "Feel free. I'm gonna wait right here."

Not one to be proven wrong, he examined the pumps. They were old school but they definitely weren't in working order. Seeing his wife wasn't watching, he decided to wander around the building and see what he could find.

Ten minutes later he returned. She looked up as she heard him open the trunk of the car and put something inside. She twisted her head for a better look but he'd disappeared. In a couple of minutes he came around the side of the building with two ancient gas cans that he proceeded to empty into the gas tank of the car.

He sat down with a smug look. "Told you I'd take care of it."

Ten miles down the road the car sputtered to a stop in the middle of the desert. She looked at him and smiled sweetly. "Guess old gas isn't better than no gas."