Traffic was reasonable.
He flashed his indicator and started merging into the right lane. The exit to the airport was just 7 miles away. His eyes darted to the clock. It shouldn’t take more than 10 minutes at the car-rental. Yes, he was making good time.
He had seen the marine plant truck pull in as he left. $55 a ton was good money and they wanted the load lifted as soon as possible.
They had thought him a fool for selling the place with the seaweed wrack.
The joke was on them. Only he knew what lay at the bottom of the pile.
Written in response to Bikurgurl’s photo prompt for 100 Word Wednesday: 169 and Rochelle’s photo prompt for Friday Fictioneers of 9 Oct 2020