This is my final posting for NaPoWriMo. It’s a vignette, written in response to the prompt words at 3WW: highway, empty and ignored.
She screamed, Stop the car!
It pitched to a halt
on the verge of an empty road.
She slammed the door behind her.
and strode slowly, deliberately
into the middle of the highway.
The friends who left her there
agreed to synchronize their stories.
She could no longer be ignored.
I will now be taking a break to spend time with family near Geneva. Thank you to everyone who has either read or commented on my poems during April.