Had time this week to dabble with the Flash Friday Fictioneer photo from Madison Woods. My writing went in a kind-of peculiar direction, but I continued to follow it and here it is:
Walk Across America
Hi, Mom. It’s me. I can’t believe today is the day. It is hard to imagine that after eight months of training, today is the day. Turning back? You want to know if I’m going to bag it now? Are you freaking crazy? Am I scared? Hell, yeah, wouldn’t you be? Am I going to call? Mom, I didn’t even freaking leave yet. I know, Mom, this is hard on you. Please Mom, please, I am going to be ok. I love you, Mom. I’ll call you soon. Bye.
Here goes, through the tunnel, one footstep at a time, until I get home. Why would she understand, she never left her Long Island neighborhood.