Nora and Wesley sat atop their horses on the crest of the hill, looking over the ravaged city.
Hartford, a city that Nora remembered vividly; she had lived in Connecticut all of her life. The city Nora remembered was gleaming, all angles and clean lines stretching to the sky. Now it was ragged and in places, smoldering. That meant people still lived here, or at least tried to. She didn’t know why anyone would choose to stay in a city and try to make a life. Nora only wanted to pass through Hartford quickly, and alive.
“There are people down there,” Nora said.
“Yep,” Wesley leaned over his horse and spat on the ground. “It’s a bitch, but we knew this would be our first big obstacle.”
“We can go around,” Nora suggested.
“Yes, of course we will. No need to pass through the city. We can backtrack off the highway and take secondary roads around it, but here things are built closer together. We’re still likely to run into some trouble.”
Wesley clicked his teeth and turned his horse away from the city, Nora following suit. In the distance they could see where the rest of their group were waiting off the highway in a McDonald’s parking lot. It was the kind that had the indoor playscape. The doors were open but the windows had somehow remained intact so that birds and animals hadn’t gone to roost inside. As they got closer, Nora could see little Ben waving his arms at the top of the blue plastic slide, his face stretched into a maniacal smile, and then he disappeared down the slide, out of Nora’s sight.
Ben had never been down a slide before. He had never eaten a Chicken Nugget. He had no idea what a McDonald’s even was. This was his second day out in the world. Nora hoped he thought it was beautiful.
This was written for the Trifecta Writing Challenge – to write a post of 33-333 words using the third definition of the given word – this week the word is bitch.
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