Pursuit of Dreams
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Jefferson Motors sold dreams.
Joann stood outside the showroom, unconsciously licking her bottom lip as she stared at the 38-foot dream on wheels. If you want something you never had, she once read, you must be willing to do something you’ve never done.
“A real beauty.”
Joann turned at the voice.
“The RV, I mean.” The man stepped forward. Thrust out his hand. “Thomas Jefferson. This is my little shop.”
“Joann.” She took his hand.
He pointed at the object of her desire. “We call it the Monticello. Class C. Sleeps ten. Built to rule America.”
“I’ll take it,” she said.
“For a drive?” Thomas smiled. “Let’s find some keys.”
She’d almost flashed her pink Smith & Wesson too soon.
Jefferson returned with a security guard. “I understand your pursuit of happiness. But I recognized you from the news. The red hair.”
The security guard slipped a metal bracelet around her wrist. Jefferson Motors was giving her a nightmare.
— The End —
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