I wasn’t part of Friday Fictioneers when this photo made the rounds four years ago, but I am sure the story will come easy enough. Rochelle, we thank you for your willingness to host this weekly menagerie.
He knew they couldn’t stay in Jefferson. As long as they were here her abusive ex-husband would be a threat. She had to escape, but how? He was the county Sheriff with eyes and ears everywhere. Then came a plan.
At the bus station he made sure to be the one to put the large suitcase under the bus. Who knew if the driver would notice and comment? It was the only way he could think of to get her out unseen.
He knew the Sheriff would see him leave. No one could miss a big galoot like him.