This post is written for Friday Fictioneers. My story follows the picture prompt.
I can’t believe I could get everything I posses in a little four by six foot moving trailer. Thirty five years old and in this little truck are all my worldly possessions.
Looking out my hotel window on this cold and raining night just confirms my desire to leave this depressing mid west town. I told her it was the best solution for our problems. Starting the affair was my fault. I never wanted to be a home wrecker. I couldn’t stay in the same town with her.
Another two days on the road and I will be in Tucson.