On Holiday-Day 22
“Money is no object?”
“Whatever you want.”
“Unlimited shopping followed by a Sonic Slushy.” She turned to face me. “You?”
“I’d go to the beach, sit in the sand, and stare at the waves.”
Mentally, we escaped our prison, drapes like bars drawn against the heat.
Posted on August 22, 2012, in Joined at the Heart, Just One Thing, Writers Write and tagged #BlogFlash2012, beach, central air conditioning, heat, holiday, summer. Bookmark the permalink. 13 Comments.