Flash Fiction Friday: The Gas Station
The GPS was dead. There was no cell service, either. Fifteen miles had passed without any connection with the world. “Think we’ll find a gas station soon?” Ben said. Maryann cringed. “How low are we?” “Let’s put it this way…once we’re out of fumes, we’ll be walking.” “And you’re sure this isn’t the right road?” “Positive.” He ran a hand through his hair, gave a futile glance in the rearview mirror. Not a single car had passed by in the last hour. “Maybe this road-trip through