It's that time again...another story, 100 words or less, based upon a single prompt. This week's prompt is in green.
The sign caught her off guard: Exit 181, ½ mile ahead. She veers off and pulls into the Quick Stop, finding an inconspicuous parking spot near the back of the station. Panic begins to set in. What, in heaven’s name, is she doing here? Could she really go through with this? She thought of her family back home: the kids depending upon her, the husband supporting her. Deep down she knew what was right. With determination, a silent prayer, and a heavy sigh she pulls out, continuing her journey towards recovery, ever grateful for the intervention of the previous night.