Dust Spots
He stepped out of the 1979 F-100, he slammed the heavy steel door. The brief rain left the rusty truck covered in dust spots and the parking lot slick with rainbow-shimmering discs of oil stain.
Where?
He looked across the two-lane highway. All the stores were empty and the power off.
He walked across the faded asphalt and double yellow line. The dust-drops revealed a pair of petite shoe prints heading into the convenience store. He stared at the dark glass of the store front from a few paces away.
He walked around the building. The back door was locked. He heard the door hinge on the F-100 squeak. He sprinted back around to the front of the store.