Our imaginative and savvy tour guide Rochelle invited a busload of talented blogger roadies to write in a 100 words or less what they saw on Route 66. And just for kicks, I’m going along for the ride.
Approaching Gallup now…
Over the years she told him she would leave; yet she stayed.
But not today.
Books, paint brushes, fabrics she hangs on to for some reason, and pictures of the kids, all grown up now. Traces of a life, perhaps the seeds of a new beginning, packed in an old Buick…
It’s 11 p.m. A Dunkin’ Donuts sign zips by. Her mouth waters. She wants a donut and a big Joe, but it’s late.
Then she realizes that she no longer needs permission.
She laughs till she cries as euphoria fills the car.
Freedom is a midnight donut.