I still don’t drive. At my age, that’s a bit weird—but that’s not what I’m focusing on, partially because of my own self-consciousness. What I’m focusing on, is the workarounds. Because, of course, I have them. I must have them. It would be hard to manage. Continue reading
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Microfiction: A Car Ride
It didn’t matter what the song was. It didn’t matter if it was any good. What mattered was that it had a beat, and the beat matched our hearts. That the road was clear, and the night was dark. Continue reading