now onto my contribution ....
~~~~~~Driving the convertible was exhilarating. The warmth of the sun on my head and the cool wind whipping my hair around made it easy for my mind to wander. I was free, free as a bird.
When I brought my attention back to the road, the approaching sign read Exit 181, 1/2 mile ahead. I looked down at the fuel gauge, I needed gas.
He was there waiting for me, leaning against the stop sign at the end of the off ramp. After spreading his ashes in the Vortex overlooking Sedona, I didn’t think he’d come back to me so fast.
Damn that medicine man.