Wishing Star

 

Two hours down Bonita Klondyke Road in Arizona summer heat, sun cooking through the ragtop of his classic Chrysler.  Air conditioning long dead.  The sign read, “Wishing Star Saloon, turn right.”  He cranked the wheel.  It was right there in sight.

* * *

                “Dang!” said the woman behind the bar, “Windows down in this heat?”

“AC’s broke.  Heinie.”

“Tuff.”  She slid the bottle over.

“‘Wishing Star?’”

She motioned with her head.  “Every wish granted.”

“Right.”

She shrugged.

He stepped over to the painting.  “Wish I was someplace cooler.”

* * *

                Colder than hell, snow blowing.  Teeth chattering.  A sign.  “Klondyke River, Yukon Territory.”

 

Posted to The Carrot Ranch, December 28 Flash Fiction Challenge — Wishing Star.

8 thoughts on “Wishing Star

  1. One can only hope another such Wishing Star Saloon exists in the Yukon! I think I know that road, crossed northern Arizona with no air conditioning, broke down on the big rez, got going and broke down again at the border of New Mexico. Spent 45 days there and experienced Gallup as if it were enchanted. Thanks for joining us at the Ranch!

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