FLASH FICTION EXERCISE (via LitReactor) Using this photo for inspiration, write a flash fiction piece, 250 words max, any genre. Put your entry in the comments section, or post it on your blog and link.
"Yeah, I guess so," she replied. "Do you have everything you wanted?"
He looked over his shoulder into the back of his jeep at the pile of crap - an old quilt, a set of dull knives, a birdhouse painted to look like a general store. There was nothing there that he needed or wanted, but he had been led to believe that divvying up the accumulated rubbish was the expected thing to do at the time of a break up, so he had obliged. Another rite of passage checked off the list.
She stood on the porch of the cabin, her arms wrapped around her waist, hugging herself as of she were chilled even though the heat was sweltering.
"So, okay," she said, "I guess..."
"Yeah," he said, "I'd better get going."
She looked relieved to hear it, and raised a hand in a half-hearted wave.
He backed out of the driveway and turned the jeep around, taking one last look at the cabin that he'd once planned to retire too.
He took a deep last drag of his cigarette and headed down the road, flicking the butt out of the window, into the dry brown grass.