Mile Marker

Twenty five miles out from the Flying A Truck Stop Frank felt like shit. The burritos he’d eaten didn’t sit right with the swaying of the rig.

Mile Marker 25 Frank rolled to the rest stop, climbed down out of the tractor trailer, and dashed to the restroom almost making it. He sunk to his knees and threw up in the dirt and sand.

With strings of green vomit dangling from his mouth; he glanced up to see a sign :CLEAN UP AFTER YOURSELF. Frank would try to remember it crawling back to the truck.

He dropped it in first and drove off

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