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Saturday, April 6, 2013

F is for Friday


 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. 

leigh

10 comments:

  1. Friday night traffic here usually means traffic jams, where driving at top speeds isn't an option anyway!

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  2. This makes me even gladder (?) that I don't drive. If I need to go far out of my way, I take a bus or, if off the track, a train (please forgive the pun). let them have the stress. :D

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  3. Maybe the commuters have fun speeding. :)

    http://joycelansky.blogspot.com

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  4. I call it the Friday Frenzy when drivers seem to lose their brains. Good you slowed down to enjoy the journey. That's the way a trip should always be.

    Cattitude and Gratitude

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  5. You are so right, it's not about the destination it's about the ride!

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  6. I'm not a fan of short stories, but read your E and F stories and found them very enjoyable. Thanks so much.
    BTW, like the idea of Humor after 50. One certainly needs a sense of humor after 50 since one starts falling apart piece by piece.

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  7. Great post thank you! The same happens here where I live in Johannesburg, SouthAfrica - that frantic foolish dash NSWE to beat the traffic and all get snarled up in it ...
    Susan Scott's Soul Stuff

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  8. The ride and the company maters for me more than the destination. This has become more important as the commutes have become so much longer. Your post felt so true like I was one of the passenger in that vehicle. Thanks for the ride.

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  9. The ride and the company maters for me more than the destination. This has become more important as the commutes have become so much longer. Your post felt so true like I was one of the passenger in that vehicle. Thanks for the ride.

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