Flash! Fiction 3 by Peter McMillan - HTML preview

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"Well, you lie down beside the fire and get some sleep, Johnny boy.

You can wish us up a great big ole breakfast before the 5:50 comes through," said Sam.

"Wish I could."

"You're just nervous bout the sheriff and them boys. Don't fret none bout it. It'll be fine. In one of them boxcars, nobody'll ever see us,"

Sam said, lying back down.

"Wish you was right about that," answered Johnny. "Fact, I wish we never met them people to start with."

"You just keep on wishin, Johnny boy," whispered Sam re-positioning himself.

Johnny ran his finger around the inside of a the blackened can and tossed it back into the fire.

First published in Dew on the Kudzu - A Southern Ezine, July 21, 2013.