By Ekta R. Garg
Prompt: Share your first 50 words on the topic “just once.”
“Go to the gas station on Elm,” he said, voice terse. “It’s cheaper.”
I left, my fist clenching my purse strap.
Just once, I thought, I’d love to keep driving.
I saw an exit coming and remembered the pressure of the promotion decision. Hit the gas. Went to Elm Street.