Small Town Rain

Prompted Flash Fiction

I was standing on the street corner outside the Crossroads Bar looking at the road signs when a man walked up to me and introduced himself as Dundee Ragland. When we got done shaking hands, I looked back to the road signs. One said CR 19 and the other CR 54, and I could believe that, but I wasn’t sure if the name he’d given me was real or not. 

He was we…