As she drove through the town, she noted the five or six prominent buildings in the main square. A bank, a bakery, several bookstores and directly in the middle, the City Hall building. As she gazed at the seemingly out of place grandeur of the building at the center of the square, she heard the squeal of brakes and someone lay on the horn. Guess you need to pay attention while driving, despite the minuscule population of the town. She had almost run straight into the side of a merging rusty blue pick-up truck. The woman in the truck looked at her with exasperation, shook her head and pulled away. Apparently it was time to stop for coffee.
She looked around the square and spun the wheel quickly to turn into an open spot in front of “Coffee Villa” an unpretentious looking coffee house with a small yellow sign that read “WIRELESS INTERNET AVAILABLE,” posted above the business hours. She noted that the shop was only open until 4:30 p.m. – that gave her about thirty minutes to relax for a minute and fuel up for the next stretch of the trip. As she pushed the gear stick into park she heard a strange grinding and then a popping sound, she looked up to see smoke pouring from the engine.
“Shit,” she said. And got out of the car.
I want more.
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