Jane flips from one screen to another, trying to find what it would be worth.
She still remembers the “gas shortage,” finally her turn to fill her VW Bug’s tiny tank, outraged at paying a dollar a gallon and waiting in line for over an hour for the privilege. There was no “Come back later;” stations closed at dusk. 1979, that was.
Dammit, this should be readily available information. Well, suffice it to say, if she’d bought oil shares instead of beer back then, she probably wouldn’t be homeless right now. Of course, she’d also be a hypocrite.
Each week at the Ranch, Charli Mills hosts the Rough Writers and Friends flash fiction challenge. This week’s prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes oil. Follow the link for great flashes from other writers.
3 thoughts on “Black Gold Indeed (Jane Doe Flash Fiction)”
Ah! There is that, and hypocrisy is intolerable for those who care. Better to live on one’s values, than live on the backs or destruction of others. Yet why is it we then become vulnerable? I recall 1979 shortages and lines. I think it was all political.
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Homeless or hypocrite? The strength of convictions.
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