Like a bird breaking free from its cage, like waves crashing past the breakers, I hop into my ’99 Chevy. It is mint green and all mine.
It’s my first road trip. Skies are clear. I have money and a pop-up tent and plenty of snacks. No plans required. Just my Road Atlas and imagination and one of those new-fangled devices called cell phones.
Who knows what will happen next? I can hardly wait to find out.
This is my entry for Friday Fictioneers. Thanks Dale and Rochelle for an inspiring prompt. Been away for a while due to sheer emotional exhaustion. I’m still feeling pretty tired, enough to dream of some time off from anything even remotely resembling “responsibility.” (As if that is going to happen….)