Image by Bikurgurl

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.    

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook

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

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