The road ahead was long, no end in sight. Maybe relief…just over that hill? She couldn’t be sure.
She sighed, squinting into the midday sear, then looked down at the road under her naked feet. The gravel, poured heavy and sharp from the back of the Transportation Department truck glinted maliciously.
Those assholes’d stolen her shoes again, their jeers floating behind as they drove out of sight. Practical jokes were one thing, but with sexism in the mix, was it worth the higher pay?
Bullshit! This was about more than money. Her feet bled as she started to walk.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2019)
Carrot Ranch Prompt (09/05/2019): In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that shows true grit. You can use the phrase or embody the theme. Who or what has true grit? Go where the prompt leads you
Valley of the Trolls 
Good story. I can feel her pain, embarrassment and anger. One thing: How did the crew steal her shoes? Wasn’t she wearing them?
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One would think she had been, but with Flash, one never knows for sure… 😉
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Ouch! She’s a girl on a mission.
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Calling bullshit on the crew. This is a reality for the pioneering women who broke into the world of “men’s work.”
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Oh, my goodness…she’s right. That would be about more than just money. I hope she finds a way to get even!
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Dang! I hope she asphalts their beds later.
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They deserve to be tarred, feathered, and steamrolled…!
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