Driving With Sandy (short fiction)

Nice…even though I’m now starting my day with tears. It doesn’t take much anymore.

The Jittery Goat

Daily Prompt: The Zone

Tell us about your favorite way to get lost in a simple activity — running, chopping vegetables, folding laundry, whatever. What’s it like when you’re in “the zone”?

“I’m glad you don’t mind these drives with me, Sandy. I know there’s things you‘d rather be doing at home, but it will all be there tomorrow and I can help you with them. These drives with you just mean so much too me.”

“Look, Sandy, around the bend, just over the edge. Isn’t that a beautiful place. Out in the middle of nowhere, it’s so green and lush. Everything around it is dead. It’s a small ranch. He’s got a few head of cattle.”

“What’s that you say?”

“It’s all fed by a stream from the mountain to the south.”

“Ah, Sandy, if we had it to do over again I’d find us a place like that…

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