Off the Road with Mom
I watched her let go for a moment and whoop with glee as she gunned the Bronco through an open field.
I watched her let go for a moment and whoop with glee as she gunned the Bronco through an open field.
I have enough thoughts about it to fill at least several pages, so I’m going to focus in on just one aspect for now: the characters.
After school, I sat in my car, feeling utterly devastated.
It might’ve been a wedding.
I snatched it up with a sigh of relief that I’d finally found a car that would not further traumatize me.
Not enough room for your wisdom teeth, she stated.
I immediately had a million questions.
Eventually, even Jamie Tartt learns to pass the ball instead of taking the shot himself.
I cajole the printer past phantom paper blockages in this and every job.
Does that make me whatever the pumpkin-spice equivalent of a Grinch is?