Like riding a bike… I saw a picture and 15 minutes later, had a story typed out. Cutting down those words is always the hard part. I’m rusty. As always I’m grateful to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for sticking with this and paving a road for so many writers. I’ve missed my FF posse! Just started blogging again, and writing Heavy stuff. As always, I welcome honest, constructive feedback. Please leave a comment. Waiting for 2nd grandson to be born (any day); I’ll do my best to reciprocate. If anyone would like to contribute a post to the 2018 Attitude of Gratitude, please visit this post and add your piece. There is never enough gratitude!
Bobby groaned. “Come on baby, I love you.”
“Not until we’re married.”
He rolled his eyes.
“A piece of paper don’t change anything. Why we gotta’ wait?”
“I won’t be stuck here. Get a proper job, marry me, and we won’t have to do it in this old heap. “
“This here is one sweet ride, Sue.”
“This car is going nowhere; unless you get a job, neither are we.”
She straightened her sweater, smoothed her hair.
“Daddy will be staying up.”
Bobby turned the key and eased the Chevy down the rutted, dirt road. He was tired of waiting.
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