She flipped the lip of the truck up, closing it. The last of the clothes had been unloaded for sale at the annual country fair. She looked around that the stores, the people gathered, at everything that had once been so familiar and prepared to leave; this wasn’t her town anymore, it was his.

Welcome to Week Fifty-Six of Three Line Tales! A wonderful challenge to create a piece based on the given photo. Want to join? Click the link.

 

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