Another little short, recently receiving an Honorable Mention at Microcosms; if you enjoy prompts, and flash, have a go next Friday.
Pick ‘n’ mix
Driver, rural road, romance
The traffic was horrendous. John joined the queue by the petrol pumps and slowly eased out of the services onto the motorway. The hitchhiker smiled at him but he shrugged; the car was full of dog and bags. She nodded and shrugged back. At least her smile kept him sane while the daydream lasted.
Four hours later, having left the main roads behind, the cars slowed again. Another hold up. The sun still smiled, smugly hot for a bank holiday. He pulled into another smaller services. Duke grumbled; he needed a walk. As John allowed Duke to relieve himself, the dog whimpered and started limping.
The hitchhiker. She didn’t expect a response. Crouching by the dog she expertly inspected its paw and neatly extracted some glass. From her rucksack she pulled a jar and applied cream. ‘Vic.’ She offered a hand. ‘Vet student.’
They had coffee. They laughed, not saying much. ‘Better go,’ he said. ‘You ok?’
‘Sure. Loads of lifts.’
He joined the traffic and crawled a couple of miles, wondering about Vic. It was a lonely spot. The clouds had built up too. ‘Come on, boy.’
He spun the car and, against the traffic made it back in ten minutes. It was pouring. By the side of the road, Vic huddled under a waterproof. She looked up, framed by rat’s tails and gloom.
John lent across to open the door. Duke slid out and licked her face of the droplets. John smiled. ‘He insisted there was room next to him.’