Her gas tank was just over three quarters empty and a sign up ahead said she wouldn’t see another gas station or rest stop for sixty miles. She pulled off at the next exit, excited at the prospect of stretching her legs.
Engine switched off, she opened her door and winced from the loud gas station music.
“…on hot Summer days I just want a beer, a drag, and a Fancy tune. How ‘bout we light it up…”
She pulled a cigarette and match from her pocket, then releasing the nozzle from its cradle, stood still, letting gasoline drip out.
*Sneak peek at July Song Title & Lyrics Prompts*
It sounded like somebody else that was talkin'
Askin', "mama, what do I do?"
She said, "just be nice to the gentlemen, Fancy
They'll be nice to you"
Ummm... we have to meet, Erica.