At least, they were now near her mom’s house, their destination. Soon, this trip would be nothing but an unpleasant memory.
She turned onto her mom’s street. Something was wrong! There was an ambulance in front of her mom’s house.
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Could this trip get any worse? Sharon kept wondering. It was one thing after another. A credit card glitch at a gas station. A mixed-up restaurant order at lunch. Endless roadwork—including a detour from hell. Her four-year-old son’s constant question: “Are we there yet?”
At least, they were now near her mom’s house, their destination. Soon, this trip would be nothing but an unpleasant memory. She turned onto her mom’s street. Something was wrong! There was an ambulance in front of her mom’s house.
Paul Freeman
30/6/2023 07:56:45 am
Oh, dear. I was expecting a humorous ending.
Rashna Walton
30/6/2023 01:11:00 pm
Ooh, that's the final straw.
Sue Clayton
2/7/2023 08:45:06 am
A scene everyone dreads. Bet she wished she "wasn't there yet". Comments are closed.
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