For Sonya’s three line tales photo prompt.
The photo is ©Wolf Schram
She’d find the place easily enough, he’d said, on account of the big yellow car parked in front of it.
Apart from that, the directions were perfunctory and she didn’t much like the late hour—only time he was available, he’d said—but, as she told her best friend Shana, she did want those boots and that kind of a bargain doesn’t come up every day.
The last person to see her was the bus driver who set her down at the stop nobody ever gets off at, and funnily enough, the yellow car that used to park in the dark street had disappeared too.