Debra L Schleitwiler

The Locket

The Locket By Debra Schleitwiler Without the usual traffic, the river ran clear. Amy watched from the bridge as the fish, now teeming, swam and played, their movements mimicking the ebb and flow of the current. She turned and continued walking down the freeway, empty now, the cars gone except for the occasional vehicle left abandoned in the rush to safety. As she walked, Amy checked out these forgotten cabs and trucks, looking to see if the owner was careless enough to leave the keys and fuel in the tank. Having had no luck, she continued her hike west.