Holy Moly
The sky turned dark as coal, and still no ski lodge insight. And as snowflakes fell onto the windshield,
the global positioning system failed. Then to add insult to injury, the cell phone died. Skylar shook her head to clear the cobwebs, drove onto the shoulder of the road, and activated the emergency hazard lights. When the engine died, she hollered at the top of her lungs. She squinted at a light in the distance. With a renewed sense of hope, she stepped out of the car and proceeded in the direction of the light. An hour later, she stopped to catch her breath and leaned against a fence post. A sign affixed to a closed gate caught her attention, ‘no facemask, no entry.’ She searched her purse, then remembered where she left her facemask. Holy moly, it still dangled from her rear-view mirror. copyright (c) 2021 |
Hello Everyone.
I hope this email finds you well. http://www.pagespineficshowcase.com just posted my story. I thought you might enjoy reading it.
I still plan to publish a book of short stories this year. I will let you know the date.
Take care.
By for now,
Marjan