for some reason your use of the word ‘briskly’ to describe how you pulled your car over stuck with me. i liked the connotation—building upon how you rolled with the punches of your busy day at work.

hopefully your husband is ok and you’re able to finish off the day on your veranda under the shadows cast by the sugar maple, sipping on a class of lipton brisk iced tea.

hey i’ll talk to you on aim but good story, don’t worry about days, letting them have space in your life is letting them have power to become your life. I like your method of bringing thoughts to life and destroying them in fiction. awesome.

@eclectickid, that’d be sweet tea :)
This is not a true story.
@MJY um, okay.

So when do we get the next leg of this quest