Jake looked down the road toward the horizon and saw what appeared to be threatening storm clouds up ahead. He picked up his iPhone and said, “Siri, where’s the nearest motel?”
Siri responded, “The nearest motel is in Bainbridge, about 120 miles north of your current location.”
Jake looked at his gas gauge and saw that he had less than a quarter of a tank left. That would only take him about 75 or 80 miles. “Siri, where’s the closest gas station?” he asked.
“The closest gas station is near Bainbridge, about 100 miles north of your current location,” Siri said.
Jake let out a loud sigh.
“Yep, you’re screwed, Jake,” Siri said.
Written for Cyranny’s One Minute Fiction prompt. Photo credit: Cyranny.