PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz
Larry hurt all over. He was too old to be tramping through the woods.
His legs felt as wooden as his cane. He’d fall without the support and even if he didn’t break a hip, he might not be able to get back up.
“Made it,” he croaked.
He had no idea how the remains of the ’48 Dodge Sedan had gotten out here. He did know the first time he sat behind the driver’s seat decades ago, it took him back to the days of his youth.
He didn’t want to die in the insanity of the world today.
poweredbyrobots.com 