I watched her drive away in her shiny new electric blue Ford.
Twenty miles an hour on the gravel. No pits or dings in the new paint, please.
Half a mile away, she turned the usual corner, and her car disappeared behind the usual field of corn.
A tell-tale finger of tire dust rose out of the brown stalks, waving goodbye to me and to summer.
You go, bright girl!
1 comment:
I love E.
Post a Comment