Cathy sat at the side of the road, weary, praying someone would stop.
Chatting, flirting, he pulled off the road, killed the engine.
stuffing his wallet into her rucksack with the others.
Friday 55 Flash Fiction is brought to you by G-man (Mr Knowitall). The idea is you write a story in exactly 55 words. If you want to take part pop over and let G-man know when you've posted your 55.