Once, businesses thrived on Route 66. Our community worked to supply the passer-by.
That was years ago, before scheming developers forced the decision to divert the traffic away from our town. Now, thousands of cars use the super-highway to go to a recently built shopping centre. They say that you can buy anything there. Even if I had the cash, I couldn’t bring myself to use it.
My father couldn’t pay the bills, opting for a quick, but bloody ending.
Our inheritance crumbles as the earth reclaims what it can; hand-outs feed my mother and her children.
Thank you to Rochelle at http://www.rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com. She organises the Friday Fictioneers. Authors write a piece of 100 word fiction, prose or poetry based on a photo prompt and exchange comments on their work. If you are a writer of short fiction, join us and see where your imagination takes you.