By Smila W. Planete
Navigating the oncoming traffic was one thing, but the tumbleweeds…
The first one came straight at her, and in her panic, she hurled her fears and trepidations at it. In the second, she invested her resentments 1, 2, 3, A-Z. The third she endowed with her poor self-esteem. The fourth she blasted with her addictions and obsessions. And so on until she had exhausted her long litany of grievances.
She watched in the rear view mirror as the weeds tumbled away across the plain. As her thoughts expanded, the road stretched out before her. She put her foot on the accelerator…
Methinks the driver in this story suffers from a momentary episode of all out road rage. Fortunately she didn’t rack up any casualties–except maybe for the tumbleweeds!
I do my some of my best expunging of negative thoughts while in the car! I also live in a land of tumbleweeds so I could picture these tumbleweeds in your story!
thanks for the comments! Actually, it’s road rage in reverse. It’s as you said, Fran, an expunging of negative thoughts. Tumbleweeds can be very beneficial to that end!
Awesome!
Ha! Thanks Myson!
Excellent story, it’s funny how the simplest things can make you reflect on life. Well written, it walked me right through what was going on!
Thanks Carinna. simplicity is definitely underrated. I enjoy reading your stories for that very reason!
This is such an emotive and fast-paced story – it drips with adrenaline 🙂 I also appreciate the language in naming (airing?) of the first four grievances: direct yet universal. Easy to mentally insert one’s own obsessions, fears or resentments.