Tuesday Tales and Eating Seeds

Ahoy Fellow Fathomers! It's time for Tuesday Tales.

A group of writers gather together and give our interpretation of a specific word prompt each week. This week the word prompt is "seed". You never know what you might encounter when you get inside our minds.  This will be an excerpt from my new yet-to-be-named WIP.

Enjoy!~

The sun warmed the truck and the travelers, creating a lazy atmosphere. They finally turned the radio on, seeking new stations as they left one tower band when the incessant static drowned out the music. They stopped occasionally to stretch their legs and get refreshment. Caleb insisted on sunflower seeds and Dr. Pepper to keep him alert while the rest of them chose random boredom foods. He and Owen exchanged turns driving. The late afternoon sun finally dipped low enough to signal supper. Yet, they continued on, with promises of home cooking from Mr. Richard upon their arrival.

At the end of the day, deep in southeast Texas, a couple of miles from the town of Karnack, a lone figure walked along the furthermost edge of the pavement. Leandra strained for a better look. “This road isn’t terribly safe for her to be walking alone.”

Caleb slowed when he approached her. “But, we don’t have any room in the front of the truck. Not sure offering a ride in the back is polite.”

Kalista studied the girl with slumped shoulders, windblown hair, wearing cutoff jean shorts. She never looked their way, even when they passed her by. She kept walking without breaking stride, without flinching. “I didn’t see any cars broken down or anything back where we just came from. I hope someone didn’t kick her out, leaving her on foot.”

Owen looked in the side mirror, reflecting back to the young woman. “Caleb, we need to turn around. She shouldn’t be walking out here by herself. I don’t know where she will ride, but I want to at least give her the offer.”

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