A delightful week comes to a conclusion with me, at home, taking care of two sick kids. But at least I had Flash! Friday yesterday, and Janet today.
This week, we had to include
- Indiana
- Book
- Waffle
- House
- Tattoo
in a 100-word story. So I give you, dear readers, "Running."
The Indiana line lay just ahead.
It's close. Closer than the girl I left behind ever could be.
It's close. Closer than the girl I left behind ever could be.
Forever. "Forever," she wrote in my yearbook.
Twelve days. Twelve days until I turn 18. But I can't wait. So I race to escape this place and its Waffle House "culture" before it imprints me permanently.
A tattoo. The first thing I'll do is get a tattoo that says "Freedom."
Just short of freedom, they stop me and bring me back. They say they want me to see her, the girl I left behind.
The girl I left behind, in a ditch.
Kind of grim, I suppose. And totally NOT true, in case you were wondering.
So what are you all running from?
