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Flash Fiction 5/25/20 W/C 299 |
Deja Vu âHavenât we been here before?â Mike looked at the map. All the roads converged at this one point. "I think weâre going in circles.â âNo. Weâre on a new route. The other one leads north. Weâre headed southâ Jane pointed to the road in front of them. âSee, south. The sign even says âRoute 299 Southâ. â Mike turned off the car, took his hands off the wheel. He got out and looked at the sun and his shadow. âAnd you canât go in circles if the roads are north and south. Those are straight lines. So we are going south.â Jane continued to trace the route on the map. âJust a figure of speech, Jane. It means that we,âŚ. Oh never mind. I think weâre lost. Lost in the middle of nowhere.â âWhat if we take the east or west? Wouldnât we end up somewhere else?â She pointed to the crossroads behind them. Mike stared at Jane. All he could think was âhere we go againâ. That kind of thinking got them into this pickle. âGo this way, Mike. Go that way, Mike. Oooh, this road looks like fun. What happens if we go down this road?â. âOf course weâd end up somewhere else. Thatâs what will happen. But what if the somewhere else isnât where we want to be? Huh? What about that Jane? How much further do we go before we are in real trouble?â Jane consulted the map again. âI think we can go about this far.â She put her index finger down on a line, then held it up. âThis is as far as we can go before we get into real trouble. Go that way Mike.â She pointed west with that finger. Mike mumbled, âHere we go again.â W/C 299 Note ▼ |