She shook her head. Too much driving, too much caffeine. Maybe she’d have a tall cold glass of water and a piece of pie instead. She reached back into the car for her sweatshirt and zipped it up around her, not noticing the smear of green glitter across the back, where someone—something—had lain, and bled.
Slamming the car door shut behind her, she walked into the building, followed by pain-filled unseen eyes.
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wow , this story really got my imagination to soar.... i still dont know what it was that was hit by the car. but that may be your intention... is the picture of the butterfly a hint? I was amused by your comments about your thoughts while driving on that long trip. nostalgia is great, isnt it? I used to live in Vermont and had a 5-6 hour drive each time I returned to LI to see my family. I actually enjoyed the driving. It does make you think of things not normally thought of while we are so busy druing our normal busy day. i loved your story. I am a little saddened by the thought of a driver hitting a live thing, but such is life. I loved your empathy for it...i want more stories like yours. tks, regards, one solo trvlr
Thanks so much!
Ok, I think my heart just broke. Must go pick up the crumbled bits and start gluing. You're a great writer...any other publishing? check out my article, I'd be interested in your opinion-under DC "play" section-song for a vanilla cynic. Patricia
I really enjoyed reading this story. Is there a part 2?
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