Dead End

Dead End by Tiffany Greenfield www.eleventhhourfiction.wordpress.com

She opened her eyes at the moment where the last of the glowing orange sun kissed the horizon in a fleeting green flash.  Barefooted and sunburned, she gathered her belongings making her way home.  Walking on the double yellow line down the center of the road, the rising heat warmed her chilled body. As she approached the only sign for miles, she began to twirl, in spite of its ominous message, “DEAD END.”

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