I have joined the group "Blogging from A to Z" . This is a a month long challenge to write a short story everyday and each day corresponding to the letter of the alphabet. I have linked up the site - simply click on the name so that you might read any sort of short story from the huge line-up available. the stories are supposed to be short so that many can be read, quickly. Simply a titillation of talent. Happy reading, and thank you for joining me.
F is for Friday
Traffic had seemed endless. The rest areas along the expressway were filled with uncaring people who littered, peed all over the seats, and failed to flush. The normal 2 ½ hour trip had taken over 4 grueling, name calling, idiot dodging, hours. It seemed the cops were never on the highway on Fridays.
Friday afternoon, people hustled to the north country like lemmings to a cliff. They seemed to be in a rush to have a good time. Manic for a day or two out of the normal grind.
We timed it a couple of years ago. We used to be part of the manic crowd. Zooming past slower moving vehicles, blowing by them a supersonic speeds only to have to slow down or slam on the brakes for a semi passing a travel trailer. We timed it, it took five extra minutes. We spent five more minutes with one another and a quarter of a gas tank less.
Five more minutes with one another. Slowing down from 85 mph to 73 mph, we began to talk. Sometimes the conversations were all one sided. More often, we exchanged ideas and ran through our dreams. By slowing our speed, we slowed our heart rate. We watched the trees change to the northern pines. We saw where the ferns began. We watched the birds of prey pass by. By slowing down twelve miles per hour, we enjoyed our travel as much as our time spent at our destination.
Friday night traffic to the north if fraught with fearful people, frightened they won’t have a good time. If they could just slow down a half a heart beat they would be ensured of a good time.