Friday Fiction #17
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It's that time of the week again, time for the next installment in Shane and Erica's story! If this is all news to you, you can find the previous installments here.
Shane busied himself pouring his own coffee, several versions of “why me” running through his head. He should have known better than to take that ride.
This whole thing added a new layer to ‘hitchhiking is dangerous’.
He watched as Erica took a sip from her mug and spewed it right out again. Rags jumped up with a yelp and padded over to sit by Shane, giving Erica a thoroughly offended look.
“Sorry, no milk. We forgot about sugar, too,” Shane said, hiding his smile behind his own cup. It really was awful coffee, but Shane was used to bad coffee.
He wasn’t used to dragging innocent...He stopped himself, thinking of last night. He wasn’t used to dragging innocent bystanders along, just because they played good samaritan and helped out a stranger on the road.
“What we need to do now is head for Salado and figure out what’s going on,” he said, dumping the last of the coffee into his mug. “We can’t stay out here forever, can we?”
Erica frowned down at her coffee, or whatever the black sludge in her mug actually was. She really wasn’t the camping type. She’d only bought the RV because it was such a radical change from her life, a chance to start over.
Well, that had turned out great, hadn’t it?
She got up to pour the ‘coffee’ into the nearby shrubbery. “You think it’s a good idea to go into town, after what happened with Alyssa? And what about Frank? Will anyone miss him? What if someone saw the fire?”
She sat back down and picked at the slightly scorched bits of rabbit on her plate. “What are we going to do about us?”
Shane took a piece of meat and started chewing to gain some time. How on earth was he supposed to know? Sure, Erica was cute a hell, even if she was a little scruffy after spending a rather active night outside.
And what a night.
“You want an ‘us’, Erica?” he asked, then cursed his loose tongue. He really wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer to that.
Erica stared at him. Had he actually just asked her that? After what they’d done last night? She was about to ask him if he was serious when Ragsie jumped away from Shane and started barking, gaze fixed somewhere behind Erica.
“What?” she asked the dog, turning around to see what excited him so. “Is there something there, Rags?” She put the plate down and stood to get a better view, but couldn’t make anything out. Ragsie wasn’t shutting up, though.
“Shane? Do you see anything?”
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This whole thing added a new layer to ‘hitchhiking is dangerous’.
He watched as Erica took a sip from her mug and spewed it right out again. Rags jumped up with a yelp and padded over to sit by Shane, giving Erica a thoroughly offended look.
“Sorry, no milk. We forgot about sugar, too,” Shane said, hiding his smile behind his own cup. It really was awful coffee, but Shane was used to bad coffee.
He wasn’t used to dragging innocent...He stopped himself, thinking of last night. He wasn’t used to dragging innocent bystanders along, just because they played good samaritan and helped out a stranger on the road.
“What we need to do now is head for Salado and figure out what’s going on,” he said, dumping the last of the coffee into his mug. “We can’t stay out here forever, can we?”
Erica frowned down at her coffee, or whatever the black sludge in her mug actually was. She really wasn’t the camping type. She’d only bought the RV because it was such a radical change from her life, a chance to start over.
Well, that had turned out great, hadn’t it?
She got up to pour the ‘coffee’ into the nearby shrubbery. “You think it’s a good idea to go into town, after what happened with Alyssa? And what about Frank? Will anyone miss him? What if someone saw the fire?”
She sat back down and picked at the slightly scorched bits of rabbit on her plate. “What are we going to do about us?”
Shane took a piece of meat and started chewing to gain some time. How on earth was he supposed to know? Sure, Erica was cute a hell, even if she was a little scruffy after spending a rather active night outside.
And what a night.
“You want an ‘us’, Erica?” he asked, then cursed his loose tongue. He really wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer to that.
Erica stared at him. Had he actually just asked her that? After what they’d done last night? She was about to ask him if he was serious when Ragsie jumped away from Shane and started barking, gaze fixed somewhere behind Erica.
“What?” she asked the dog, turning around to see what excited him so. “Is there something there, Rags?” She put the plate down and stood to get a better view, but couldn’t make anything out. Ragsie wasn’t shutting up, though.
“Shane? Do you see anything?”
***
That's all for this week my dearies, tune in next week to see what has Rags all excited!
Very nice, Tessa! And loved the "scorched bits of rabbit". :) Well done!
Thanx ; )