#songoftheopenroad

“A pack of Marlboros.” He mutters as his chin tilts up at the glass casing behind the cash wrap.

Arthur looks up and down the items on the shelf. His eyes linger on a pack of condoms. He cannot help but to look back towards her briefly. Flashes of the night prior blaze through his mind’s eye, the way she sighed when he pushed into her cunt. The way her blonde hair fanned out on the hotel pillow. The aggravation he felt this morning not being able to be inside her as she stroked his cock.

He grabs the package and throws it on the counter amongst the snacks that she had procured before wandering over toward the drink coolers.

The clerk, a haggard old woman, glares from behind her glasses.

“What the hell is a pretty little thing like her doin’ with a mean ugly old bastard like you?”

Arthur grits his teeth, “Shut up and check us out.”