Quaint town small enough to run into family. BBQ lunch melting on your tongue, laughter. Agitated by the man doing his job, losing money on something brand new. Looking for that perfect spot, crashing into someone else looking. Driving in the dark, slight fog, red lights, blinding flashlight. All in a day in my life.
This 55 is related my my post regarding luck:)
Every Friday write a poem, story or limerick of 55 words, no more, no less and then report to the G-man!!