Becky was resolute. She was really leaving this time, and there was nothing Jesse could say to stop her from getting on that bus. He could keep the pink Caddy, too, for all she cared.

Elena was there to meet her. But Vato kept telling her "que no," there was no one coming, especially not La Virgin, who didn't travel this part of I-10, ever.
If she didn't get back in the car, he said he would leave for Coleman without her. And the new life they had longed for together, would be forgotten.

It was to be the summer of magic. They would drive to the desert in the candy-pink Cadillac, but something was missing. Eve needed to go back and Coyote wasn’t going to stop her.

The highway is a strange place, filled with weirdly wired people and dusty landscapes and dying grass and sadly distant trees. And her. Her eccentric native-teal dresses, flowing and sticking to sweetly tanned skin.

She's leaving. I-10 is behind us, now my candy apple convertible idles a sad song. "Not leaving. . .just living," she shouted. I laughed. Now she's hanging a thumb in the air, waiting for a ride.

The arid ground matched the feel of her soul, as Trina stood contemplating her next move. The soft wind, blowing her dress did nothing to quell the heat within her, as she sensed Brett's nonchalance.

Jeremiah was determined and stood his ground. Pop would be awful angry if he didn’t see to it that she made that connection. When Tracy left, the trouble that followed her would go as well.

He couldn't take her, but as the dry air drifted her perfume, he breathed it in. It filled his lungs, his memories, but not the stony emptiness or the danger down that road.

Marie wasn’t about to spend the last five hours of her life in a pink Cadillac, even if Bryan had been right about everything. Now it was her turn to be the defiant one.

A minute before, the woman had peered over her shades and refused a ride to the border. Now, as they watched the mushroom cloud on the horizon, he wondered if she would change her mind.

He loved her, more than any girl before. He lived off the air she exhaled with each breath. Still, he knew the only way he’d survive was to get her to her wedding on time.

I told him nobody would stop, not out here in the backwoods of nowhere. But here I am, his baby in my belly, my dreams in his backseat, and his gun in my suitcase.

He got up his nerve, but now his nerve was fading. The plan? Drive out and have a moment with the sun, smoke a cigarette and then put one round from his .45 through...

The unpleasant fate that blindsided their relationship created suspicion, and changed the course of what many thought to be an untouchable love.

Pent up anger lingered in my mind. I couldn’t fathom sitting back in his sleek Pink Cadillac. Yet, I made up my mind. I threw everything away, just to be with him.

The truth and a swift wave would send the approaching bus on down I-10, without Jake's sister Katie, but holding to the lie meant a better life for her, far from Bakers Ridge.

Even the noise from the shower didn't block the racket when he pulled up in that caddy. But had she listened to her heart? No. Now here she stood on I-10, waiting for a lift.

I wait, my ass burning on the hood, for Leigh Ann to pluck up the goddamn courage to cross the street, introduce herself, and shoot her poor mama.

Bleek sat disillusioned, in the Earth’s sun, on the pink car he’d brought for Jerry Lee Lewis from 100,000 light years away, and concentrated on melting the female who’d told him ol’ Jerry was dead.


Claudine Rogers

“Good luck, Tom… I hope you find him,” her hair swept across her face, masking lips that curled in anguish as I pulled the trigger. Her face relaxed, blue dress staining red as she collapsed.

Running away is the easy part. Pretending I’m someone else with this stranger man…that’s easy too. But waiting and thinking about that baby, who won’t be in the backseat in another hour — that’s hard.

Zarren watched his sister and the suitcase, that hung like unwanted sign, while the heat rose and stuck to his neck and face like the day that she had left them.

The air was thick on the interstate as he watched the breeze flirt with her skirt. Her hair wisped around her face; she looked back at him with hope that someone would pass by soon.

Here I am awaiting the next thing moving.I should've followed my first thoughts, and told Donovan to shove it. Instead I joined him on this road trip from hell. I'm leaving.....

He’d tried everything to make her come back, but she was gone. His punishment was watching her leave, happier than she’d been in twenty years. She’d forget him in five road markers, but he’d never forget.

Just how far was she willing to go? I waited her out while the warning sirens blatted and wondered if she’d really play chicken with Mother Nature just to make her point. That was Victoria.

She curved like an S, in a midday sun that made you feel overexposed in every way possible.

It was MiddleofNowhere, Michigan, but it looked and felt like Texas.

And that wasn’t a compliment.

Mama always told me to wear clean panties in case I got caught in an emergency and some stranger had occasion to look. She'd sure be disappointed by my lack of panties this morning.

Billy perched stoically on the hood of Sandra’s pink convertible, struggling to find the words to tell her how he really felt. If she left now, he knew his life would fall apart.

With a dirt road at our feet, we could drive anywhere… if we only knew how to read the gas gauge. So what- we’re idiots. We used our stunning beauty to go where we wanted.

On the sizzling hood of a Cadillac,I waited Lola out. "Damn you, go!" she yelled from the dirt road. Something lit. I jumped off the car and chased her down the road.

In deciding between sticking with my broke down car or lighting out with Emmy, I considered as they were similar, beautiful and fast. In general, the car proved more reliable. Bad choices kill a man.

As the car died so did their marriage. He knew he'd never hold her again. He knew he'd never see her again. And he knew Jeff Brock must die. It was 12:15.

My brother was the last person I expected to wait with me for the bus to come. With his red convertible, he was happy being a big fish in a small pond. Not me.

“Honey please come back to the car.”... You selfish good for nothing harpy. Why the hell did i agree to this farce. I could be at home bangin your sister right now. “Mi amor i'm begging you.”

Once again the dark image of the man standing nonchalantly by his caddy, watching and waiting as she stood on the desolate roadside of I-10, invaded her dreams as he had the two nights before.

Her turquoise dress hugged her in the warm breeze as Ron perched lead-hearted at the edge of the car, knowing he'd never get to hug her again after admitting to his wandering ways.

“I thought you programmed the GPS?” Sweat dampened Sylvia’s hair. “The wedding is in three hours.” Scott shrugged. So much, Sylvia thought, for showing the family that everything was all right!

As soon as she’s safely away, I'll drive to the reservation where Chief will lock me up until the morning dissolves all traces of the full moon, and the monster I'm about to become.

Sittin’ soul heavy on that lonesome road off the I-10, Zake pictured his mother waitin’ for freedom, a paper-weight dress, beat up floral case, and a heart still hopeful her only belongings.

Predators come in all shapes and sizes. Some come in the shape of a mountain wrapped in muscle. Others come clad in powder blue dresses, disarming their prey with the soft flutter of long lashes.

Mya eyed him from the corner of her eye. She wasn't sure what he was waiting on, but if his left leg ever touched the ground, she was going to run for her life.

Hey, Zac. Everyone is digging your picture prompt!

You know- she's got her nerve making me drive her way out hear just to watch her leave. I guess when you've given all you got there's not much left to do.
lucille

“This is embarrassing,” Cliff rasped.
Diane snorted. “It's your own fault.”
He spat into the dust. “Just hurry up and get back with someone who can separate my ass from this car.”

Seventy five miles into their search for Interstate 10, the peyote began to rob Otis of his common sense. Fearing the onset of drug induced wanderlust, Lola opted to continue her search on foot.

Surrounded by the sounds of whistling leaves, wandering winds, and our own voices, never in a thousand years did I dream we would be here, I and Jonathan. Two dreamers in a forlorn land.

Full tank, pink Caddy, top speed. Freedom. Then, sixty miles east of Tucson under an angry Arizona sun with a satchel full of cash and a trunk full of cocaine, she changed her mind.

I told him not to steal that car. Now we’re outta gas in the middle of nothin‘. We’re gonna get caught. Hmm. Maybe I should tell the cops he kidnapped me.

The hitchhiker sat on the hood of my car watching me.

She turned away from him, clutching the handle of her suitcase with tense fingers, but how could she resist a man who drove a pink Cadillac?

There are ten good reasons not to date a cowboy. The pink hat, pink shirt and worst of all, pink Cadillac, should have tipped me to our future romantic heartache.

He can sit on my pink convertible forever. I’m finally headed in the right direction, despite what that Route 10 arrow suggests. As soon as someone—anyone—drives by, I’m getting away from him.

She told him to leave, that she only needed a ride to the bus stop and nothing more but he didn't listen. He lingered on hood of their car, hoping she would change her mind, waiting for the words to come to him; ones that would make her stay.

He knew this was the end, her absent tears only confirmed that this time was different than all the rest. Before, there were always tears. Now, she was calm, too calm. Resolute. She argued that morning that it didn't matter what he would say or do; they were broken and could never be fixed. If he only had more time he thought.

He was at her side instantly, dust spewed up from the gravel road under his cowboy boots. "Anna."

She tried to shake him off, "Drew, please don't do this."

He looked down to see her fingers had formed into masts of clenched
fists. "Just give me one more day." He begged.

"I told you, it's over. Now please, just. Just go." She looked away.

"Twenty-four hours, that's all I'm asking for."

Raven knew she didn’t want to begin her life in L.A. with Travis.  The miles disappeared while she told him. 

Now, standing at the side of the road, Travis insisted on waiting with her.

Helena knew it was a mistake the second she got in the car, how could she be so stupid, again! Even a life with Alex wouldn’t take her back to that godforsaken town.

"She's leaving this time, she said. I'm too tired to disagree. Maybe 10 and the desert air have suspended reality."

There's a dozen daddy-less girls like her in every turd-stomping small town off every exit on the interstate. The car, though, you'd be searching far and wide to find another. Let her leave.

The day was hot and I was thirsty. Cicadas were strumming a mating riff. I parked my pink Cadillac on the gravel road because cool as water, a vision in turquoise stood waiting for a ride.

This was as good a place as any. She stood there staring out at it, not speaking. ‘You won't need that suitcase where we’re going.’

His raspberry convertible is pink, and so is his bubble-gum cowboy hat. Any shade of that wretched color would get his attention, which is why I wore blue today. The color of my future oasis.

All a country girl needs: a hot ride, a head-turning sundress, and a gun in her bag big enough to blast a hole in her man’s over-inflated ego.

It’s odd how fate intervenes.
I guess I was meant to help her. I’d seen her, not 24 hours ago at the filling station just inside city limits. Bright blue dress blowing in the breeze, those legs, how could you not. She was on the payphone crying, desperate sounds in her voice. Stuff like that just tugs at your strings, you know? I started to head to my car, well, not my car. Samantha insisted on troubling a guy two counties over to match some cheap lipstick she’d found in a dollar store. Deep pink, couldn’t even wear the stuff because it broke her out, but she had to have the color. Hope she likes it, that’s a LOT of pink…

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Dragoon Springs. Population 73. Hardly a wide spot at the intersection of two narrow, dusty roads off Interstate 10 on Arizona's eastern desert. Maggie Dupree is waiting for a bus that will take her away from a place with little more than a dude ranch, museum, and an over-priced saloon. Without turning her head she can see Ned Boucher seated on the hood of his red convertible. If not for the pill, his pimp-mobile would be the source of a population explosion for the town. She knows he's looking at her as well, but any feelings she may have held for him has become as weathered, worn down, and worn out as the surrounding mountains, shot through the heart like the Confederate soldiers by Cochise's warriors 150 years ago. At least she can leave. Ned can't. Doing it now will prove to be the best decision she will ever make in her life, for what is about to step off the approaching bus is not your average tourist.

She doesn't want to leave, not really, but it's her only chance for freedom from the tears, fear, and pain that is her life. She can only hope he never discovers Antonio has helped her.

“You can stand there all day, Laila. Nobody around here to see ya. Out here, I’m all you got.” Truth was…she was all he had. His million dollar get-out-of-hell card.

"Damn lil darling, it's well over 100 degrees out here"! He steals a swig from the bottle of Jack Daniels kept hidden under the car seat...murmurs, "Shoulda worn that purple dress I bought, but, nooo... dang blasted mind of a woman ."!

As they waited for her ride down Highway 10, Manny couldn’t know Rachel would come back later that night, hair matted, clothes bloody, her eyes as cold and lifeless as the Arctic tundra.

Hardly a wide spot at the intersection of two narrow, dusty roads off I-10, Maggie waits for the bus to Phoenex. She can leave. Ned will wish he did.

I’m a natural – like Meryl Streep. J.D says one last time. Then Hollywood here I come. A dark sedan moves towards us. I eye J.D. He nods. I stick out my thumb and wait.

She’s stubborn. He’s pigheaded. And the make-up sex is incredible.

A spider don't pick what gets stuck in his web. Opportunity knocks - he takes it. We ain’t no different. So the last one drove a pink Caddy - chances are the next one won’t.

I still feel his eyes burning into my back as I waited a ride away from the reality that seared my soul.

Jake had ten solid reasons not to go after her and the arrow on the road sign pointing back at him, like an omen, had to be number one.

He told her the town would never let them leave, but every Sunday Ellie insisted they try. How many times now? A dozen? A hundred? The shadows in her eyes said a thousand.

I picked her up just outside of Las Cruces yesterday. I now know her name is Magdalena, that she's twenty-three and headed for Los Angeles. I still don't know what she's got inside that suitcase.

Well, never thought it would end like this. She's going back home to her husband and children. That's the way it should be, at least that's what i keep telling myself. God she's beautiful. I can't even look at her for fear that she'll see right through me. This time had been wonderful and my heart has never been so full.

As I lay dying and remembering, the worst mistake I made was picking up Sadie and Matt on I-10 in Arizona. Picking up hitchhikers is not my thing. That pink convertible got me, though.

On a dusty road outside Las Cruces, Consuela waits. “What is happening?” she thinks to herself. With the threat of jail now looming over her, she had fled Arizona with Marco.

Maria knew it was a bad idea to let Hernando drive her precious Cadillac, but sleep had won. Now, she was stuck in the middle of nowhere, her soul as empty as the gas tank.

The man sitting on the hood of the Cadillac asked me if I was going somewhere.
"I guess," I admitted.
"Need a lift, miss?"
"I'm just waiting for the wind to change." I replied.

Maria didn’t want a damn thing to do with Carlos, not after he told her about the body in the trunk.

Sarah said that she misunderstood when her mother told her that things were different since she'd arrived. For years we had gotten along like siblings. Now there was only the open road, and open sky.

The plan was to split up, leave a trail through Mexico and Canada and meet at their first assignment – Madison Square Garden.

How many times had they done this heist? Leighla couldn't remember anymore. Her thoughts were of the traveling preacher, whom they refused earlier, and his mysterious words; had he known what they were up to?

I never was good at fixin’ things. Or never much cared to. Just stubborn, I suppose. Even now, all these years later, to say it could have gone another way—that’d just be a lie.

“What are you still doing there?”
“Duty, miss.”
She grins and shakes her head.
“What’s your name again?”
“Paul.”
“Paul,” she smiles. “Laura,” she says as she starts her way away. “Well, Goodbye.”

The second time wasn’t any easier. I could barely stand to look at her waiting, frightened, still innocent. Sending another sister to them was unforgivable. But, I was a good brother in a bad situation.

Perhaps if I do not look at him it would make this parting easier. I want to run back to him, hold him tight and never let him go. However, no I just cannot do it.

Perhaps if I do not look at him it would make this parting easier. I want to run back to him, hold him tight and never let him go. However, I just cannot.

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The drama whore.

He nearly prayed someone’d offer her a ride so he could watch her fold, choose him yet again, and he could slap her across her baby face for the gall.

The girl was a seductive bait. I looked at the road merging into I-10 where kristen stood. We chose I-10 for two reasons, one, it marked our 10th robbery and second it helped Kristen and I tan while we waited to pounce on our next prey.

Robert, the son of a coal miner from Cumbria, leant on the hood of his caddy. He was living the American dream, and that's why she was leaving him.

From the bar to the bed to the road. Lara sighed and shifted the heavy suitcase. She wondered if this Rico Suave wannabe, sitting on his raspberry Cadillac, ever took “No” for an answer.

One moment she was storming off and the next moment he was gone, nothing left but a smoking hole where he had been sitting, smirking, on his “baby”. Where had that plane come from?

The Greyhound bus was late.
"We missed it."
She didn't look at him. "We didn't miss it."
"Don't be stupid."
"You did maybe."
"Get back in the car."
"I'd rather stand out here all night."

Of course he took her to the bus. She was pregnant with his child. He could afford to wait. He could afford to be generous. He had the time he needed to plan.

I hated that Stetson. I hated everything about that washed-out cowboy except for the damn cowboy himself.

Maria glanced out of the corner of her eye. The man was still leaning against the red convertible. He had been following her for some time now. What made him stop now? Was he trying to make her panick? She was alone, in the nausea stage of pregnancy, and wouldn’t give much of a fight. Maybe he saw her at the diner, hurry toward the bathroom door, and knew her state of health. Why didn’t he make his move?

For Carly, getting to Memphis was the priority, even if sexual favors were her only collateral.

“Hitchin’ a ride on a dusty road, searchin’ for the mother lode.”

She KNEW she was gunna make it!

Clutching her favorite suitcase, Ginny eagerly awaited the Greyhound's arrival. Travis, his heart heavy with regret, knew he couldn't change her mind. Why she played these wicked games he could never reckon.

Jake spent his last greenback on the 'Full Wax and Deetale' from the Zelinger's combo BBQ Ribs and Drive-Thru Kar Kleen instead of gas. 2nd Trimester Darlene wished she'd taken the Pill instead of Tic-Tacs.

Thoughts were pulsating through Maybelline’s head like electric shocks as she stood silently on the dusty road to Vegas waiting for a ride, any ride to get her the hell away from smooth talking Ricky.

He was sitting on her hood the same way he had so many times before, one leg up, his foot resting on her bumper, and pretending not to watch the girl nearby.

And then there it was, the slight look in his direction, the shy smile. The young woman standing in the Texas sun was flirting with him. “But he’s mine, doesn’t she know that?” the car thought, as she watched the age old dance. No matter, she would wait and watch, and if it went beyond flirting, she would end it for him. This bitch in the blue dress would not be the first, there was a long wake of broken hearts and broken bodies scattered along the many roads they had traveled. So far he had never suspected it had anything to do with his car, his beloved Cadillac convertible. She was carful, and he always chalked it up to his “bad luck with women.” And he always came back to her, to his “Cadi”, for comfort and freedom. Two things that only a car and the open road can provide. “Just me, him, and the open road.” That’s how it is, that’s how it had always been, and as far as she was concerned, that’s how it would stay.

Lila had to leave town. Bobby Lee knew those thugs wanted that suitcase. You don't reason with rabid dogs. By the time they find him, Lila will be halfway to Michigan.

The Texas scrub oak marked the remote county bus stop. Sitting atop the pink Cadillac convertible, Jake asked the young woman, “Where ya going.”

“A new life. You?”

“Picking up Dad’s mail order wife.”

Marcus watched Consuela pack. "Papa needs me. If I don't go, he will die."

"He isn’t your responsibility. Let someone else care for him."

"I cannot do that. Remember what Mamma told us about family?"

I wore a pink hat for her. A stupid, stinking pink hat. But I looked good. She left anyway.

What is this, a scene from "It Happened One Night"? I'm not Claudette and he sure ain't Clark. Am I supposed to lift my skirt? Hello, my name is "idiot" and I've done it again.

It was hot and sticky and made Laila feel dirty just breathing. They were parting company before this thing between them continued down the same path as the weather. Nothing good could come of it.

Tripp Matthews had been in the ground for twenty minutes, and still they could not force themselves to leave as if cutting from the past would deprive them of their own lives.

Lena was playing the drama queen again, standing at the edge of the highway, with the old, tattered suitcase she refused to replace.

I guess that to receive the personal loans from creditors you must have a firm reason. Nevertheless, once I have received a college loan, because I wanted to buy a house.

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