Let Me Leave My Comfort
So I can reach the sky…
Today’s word is wilderness; twist: this image…
Wilderness is a dream for me now. My mom decided to move, and we live close to downtown Seattle.
The mystique of dropping morning dews… the voice of trees dancing as the winds play acoustic jazzy, hoping the next raindrops touch the leaves, be some samba… with the thunderclaps, the hip moves as count to eight in salsa.
The honking of drivers… the pedestrians crossing the street… rowdy… pointing their middle fingers at me.
Then… dreamy, jazzy trees back while I parked the bicycle next to a hundred others.
I deliver food so I can go to college next year.
Thank you, Nancy Oglesby, for a great challenge.
Fiction Shorts Editors, thank you for your time and support.
And…
missmedieval took me to an experience today… sad and intense…
