The Great Escape

Photo by Zachary Keimig on Unsplash

Three nights at the motel under streetlights that cast shadows of palm trees against the windows, and not once did I check my phone.

I don’t have to.

I already know what mother will say, how father would cry.

But home is too far now; so I stay here instead.

The Friday Fix radio surfing prompt: 3 Nights by Dominic Fike

“Three nights at the motel under streetlights. . .”