Fifty Word Story
Sighing in the Greyhound motorcoach. Heartbroken, malnourished, broke. Trying to sleep while sitting straight up. Leaving the glow of that circus. Bus breaks down, stuck in kentucky. Everyone starts doing Xanax, and telling stories about times they made meth. New bus doesn't work either. I didn't even get a refund.
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Thank you kindly. I enjoyed the challenge of bringing it down to 50 words.