143 words, day two
this was written a few days ago, just not posted...
A jolt of anxiety hit her and she gripped the steering wheel. This day was happening. It made her a little sick, she took a long drag. As much as she wanted to grow-up and fly away, she wanted things easy, simple and the same. Looking out through the windshield she became aware of finally understanding the word ‘dappled’. The cool morning breeze was rustling the trees and shrubs in front of her car, she watched them sway and dip through the morning sunlight. She remembered a book as a young girl, about a duck looking for a golden egg. The duck finds eggs in the color of the rainbow, but not a golden egg. Not until the end of the book, when the golden egg the duck finally finds is made of chocolate. And then, the words came tumbling back to her.
