Fandom: Original Fiction
Summary: Roads not taken.
Author's Notes: For writers_choice and writerverse, and the prompt of "Radio."
Driving along the highway, past some could've-been place we used to know, the tinny sounds of sad songs rise up like ghosts in the heat inside the car. It's a Saturday afternoon, and it could be any one of a hundred. They never really change.
We never did make it out of here, out of this life that had nothing left to keep us. We didn't dream big enough to get loose of the sense that moving ahead was akin to betrayal, like leaving farmland in the middle of a drought when better years might be waiting ahead.
"Jenny," Dwayne says, "it's not too late. We could leave tomorrow."
But these are the regrets I know. Mama dying or my sisters growing up without me?
If that ever happened, those regrets might just swallow me whole.
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