The dark had been creeping up on us and we were almost to the old house that my mom had played at when she was a child. The rocks on the road grumbled under the tires. We were all excited, but also exhausted. My brother was draped across the seat, in an awkward position. I woke him up, telling him that we were almost there. We weren't going to stop now. We were almost there. Then the GPS said it.
"your destination is on the left."
I let out a long sigh, a sigh that I had been holding in for the entire trip. A sigh of relief that everybody else felt to. I saw the small blue house standing in front of us. A blue house full to the brim with endless possibilities.
Sounds like a uhm...memorable experience! Do you always drive there?
ReplyDeleteLove hearing about this, Amelia, & you've written the description with such gorgeous words! This, "The rocks on the road grumbled under the tires." Super slice!
ReplyDeleteI love the writing style in this piece. All the description and analogies make it seem very real.
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