As I walked into the living room, my shoes squished against a soaked carpet. I was oblivious to the mess. My heart sank, sure the fish was a goner. Cat + fish = huge mess. Looked to me like I had interrupted her fishing expedition and caught her red-clawed.
After I finished driver's training, I thought I was road-ready, but passing the behind-the-wheel driver's test turned out to be something like climbing Mt. Everest. It took me four tries to pass it. The first was not entirely due to poor driving.
I have always been a nervous driver, afraid I’ll zig when I should zag. That fear started the first time I sat in the driver’s seat.
Originally written in 1999, this short story is my first foray into Science Fiction. It is the story of mis-communication between two travelers: One in need of a substance, the other who would be better off without it.
Yes it had been, she thought as she looked at the vase of flowers. The tears came to her eyes as she tried to remember the last time he had brought flowers home. She couldn’t. It had been a long time between bouquets.