When Gwen packed her bags, threw them into the trunk of her car, and started heading out of town, she was sure that she was going to be driving herself to a fresh start, leaving behind the torn and tattered remnants of the total mess she had made of her life.
But as she pulled her car out onto the highway and saw the low, dark, threatening clouds ahead, punctuated by brilliant flashes of lightning, she had a realization that what she was seeing was but a glimpse of what would lie ahead for her no matter her destination.
She understood that she could never drive fast enough or travel far enough to outrun the devastation of the swirling, churning storms, because the storms were of her own making and she was the eye of the hurricane.
Written for Sonya’s Three Line Tales prompt. Photo credit: Raychel Sanner via Unsplash
Love this one Fandango 🙂 🙂
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Thanks, Brian. 🙏
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So true. One can never run away from one’s self. Nor even take a brief holiday.
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I have a recurring nightmare about a tornado that follows me from town to town. The last dream I had about the tornado, it hit the house. Not sure what that means, but I imagine it’s not great.
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Do you live where tornadoes are common?
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Wow!
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Well done Fandango. I think we all want to run away from our own lives sometimes.
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Brilliant! ❤ ❤
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Thanks, Carol Anne.
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