The couple considered themselves modern-day nomads. Adventurously, they cracked open a yellowing atlas to blindly dot fingers on random cities, where they'd park outside city limits, then shrug on laden backpacks to fearlessly explore the outskirts.
Or, they might point Old Rusty's headlights toward the North Star, clunking along until his gas tank neared empty before stopping to hike whichever way the wind blew.
Under a reddening sky, they'd once pitched tents—precariously perched on the edge of a crater—and slurped bitter coffee out of black speckled mugs on Mars. They scanned the night sky, wistfully seeking planet Earth.
Lisa H. Owens
Just 100 Words
100-Word Stories - March 2022
Keep it simple, Stupid!
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