Here’s your story for the week everyone. It’s a state of mind, y’all. Make it a killer week.
Driving felt right. It had been a long couple weeks, and Mark was driving nowhere. He barely heard the radio, barely noticed buildings passing by his window. He just watched the lines on the road and the street signs zipping by with a sense of cold comfort.
He had been driving for about 25 minutes when his phone rang. The caller ID told him it was someone from work. He didn’t pick up, because he didn’t want to ruin his drive. But his drive had been ruined nonetheless. At the next road, he made a right and started back home.