Short As Fictober #19: “Tread”

A block from the bright neon sanctuary of a well-traveled gas station, we lost the tread on our left rear tire, and as we hobbled to a stop on the road’s shoulder, the truck which we thought we’d lost in Cheyenne, appeared in our rearview.

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