The minute things began to sour in Miami, we took what money we could lay our hands on and headed north in a Buick Skylark. Nice car, nice interior. Not new, but fully loaded. After three days and fifteen-hundred miles Rollo felt it best we ditch the car. We’d pushed our luck long enough and had run out of money for gas anyhow. So around midnight we pulled off the highway, parked in the lot of a veterinarian’s office, in a handicapped spot with a sign that said unauthorized vehicles will be towed at owner’s expense. We didn’t know who the Skylark’s owner was, but Rollo said the police would find him or her, and the insurance company would happily foot the bill for the return of the vehicle. So, all together, no harm done.
Before we abandoned her we wiped the interior clean and locked her up because we didn’t know the neighborhood, or the kind of people, or where on earth we’d landed, and then we just started walking.
Bob Thurber In the last few years Bob has accumulated over 200 publication credits and seen his work win a number of contests and awards, most recently, the MARJORY BARTLETT SANGER AWARD sponsored by The New England Writers Association, and short listed for others including Glimmer Train's "Very Short Fiction Award," The Southeast Review's "World's Best Short-short Story Contest," and Writer's Digest's "Short Short Fiction Award" twice. His stories have appeared in 10 anthologies. You can visit his personal site at bobthurber.net.