It was already over ninety degrees at 7:00 a.m., and the road stretched out before them, heading straight into the sun. The mountains were behind them, and the dry, deserted lowlands were next. Joe floored the gas of the old Ford pickup, and Joleen sighed.
"There was a sign back there," Joleen said. "And the sign read--"
"Too late for that," Joe said. "This old girl's either got 400 miles left in her, or she don't."
Joleen went back to staring out the window. She remembered an old joke: "Ford: Found On Road Dead". She laughed, humorlessly.
399 miles to go.
And now, my use of this week's prompt, wherein we are also commanded to only use 25 words, not including the words in the prompt itself. I'm a bit political here, but I make no apologies:
"Thou shalt let them marry," said Jesus. "A new commandment? Why? They're getting it on their own."
"They're slow about it," said God. "And I'm not getting any younger."