My response to prompt from the Soul Food Cafe
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” This place really is a ghost town” Victor said to Betsy.
They were standing next to Betsy’s car on that hot, dusty August afternoon, in a town that used to be called Milton.
Betsy was holding a water bottle full of warm water but she drank it anyway because it was wet and her mouth was full of grit. ” Yeah, well it’s dead alright. Dead and as dry as an old bone. ”
Victor shook his head when Betsy offered him a drink from the bottle that was now full of floating bits of whatever had made it’s way into Betsy’s mouth when the air conditioner in the car decided to stop working and she rolled the windows down for some moving air. ” Really Betsy?”
” Your loss.”She put the cap back on the bottle and tossed it back into her car. ” Yep. ” This is…
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