Tuesday cracked open her bloodshot eye, peeking above the Berkshire peaks’ gauzy blanket.
She wonders why I’d awaken first.
“You’ve never seized any other day before this,” she said.
I squeeze the wheel, knowing where I’m headed.
Eventually I’ll run out of morning, out of road to Boston, and out from that coldly accusing stare.
Here’s a really quick Thursday double-header: a Five Sentence Fiction from Lillie McFerrin’s prompt word, TRAVEL, that’s also a 55-word Drabble for dVerse Poets’ Form for All.
© Joseph Hesch 2013