Hundred words! This week’s Friday Fictioneers’ post, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and the prompt….
He’d begun the journey on a highway. Then, when an accident had barred his way, he’d followed the sage advice of his GPS.
He glared at the titchy screen and the red marker, which hadn’t moved.
One road after another, taking him further away from his destination and into valleys, hillsides and the narrow streets of forgotten villages.
He was lost.
The GPS knew exactly where he was, but he didn’t. He’d lost control, faith and patience.
Snatching the device off the dashboard, he wound down the window and threw it at the goats.
One promptly ate it.