This post is written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers.

It wasn’t raining when she left the house. She really didn’t care what the weather was outside, she just had to leave to maintain her sanity.

She had stopped at Mr.Reddick’s hardware store and purchased the umbrella.

“Smart purchase Ms. Sara. Looks like you might need it pretty darn soon” said Mr. Reddick while not mentioning the bruises that covered her forehead and the swollen eye.

Nodding, she left the store and entered the trail that started just a few blocks away. He will never realize I’m gone for hours she thought. By that time I should reach the interstate. I have to trust someone. No family, no friends, except his drunken buddies.  What could be worse.

The trail ended just ahead. She could see the highway now. Standing on a bridge overlooking it suddenly an old lyric floated through her foggy memory bank…

Well I’m running down the road trying to loosen
my load, got a world of trouble on my mind
lookin’ for a lover who won’t blow my
cover…

Well maybe not a lover but someone. Please just someone. The highway suddenly appeared much closer than before.