Running on Air

Cruising, I enjoyed the scenery passing in a blur as I careered down the hill. I thought that if the car kept up its momentum I could avoid pressing the accelerator. As anyone who knows me knows, I am not really the most natural driver in the world. I didn’t learn to drive until I was 29. I had three goes but that didn’t beat my brain box friend. Notched up all A’s at O and A levels, and a few on her bedpost too, and then took 5 attempts – I think in the end they were fed up of seeing her turning up, penny like, and just signed the blinking thing (sorry bit mean). Anyway back to my driving. I had heard that it was important to drive consistently and to avoid revving too much; so – in complete contrast to normal – I was using all 5 gears, which is two more than I’m used to. With one eye on the dashboard petrol light and one on the road I completely managed to miss poor Jo’s turning and she had to walk for about a mile after I flung her out. Still I don’t think she minded too much and at least she didn’t have to help push it to the nearest petrol station. This would have been a problem as it’s about ten miles further on. The lights inside the car look much more glaring in the dark I think…in a menacing and insistent way…
Phew was I glad to make it to the petrol station!


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

I didn't have my glasses on....

A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.

Prattle & Snap

photography, craft, nature

creativity in motion

Blog of Registered Board Certified Art Therapist Gretchen Miller, MA, ATR-BC


Tabby Cats Are The New Black

RJI Photography: Blog

Fleeting impressions seared into my soul...tiny pebbles tossed into the surge

Gypsy Kiltbomb

American by birth, Scottish by injection.

The Clutter Removing Erythrocyte

Organizing & Decluttering tips anyone can do. Free DIY yarn & paper patterns to make personal, custom storage.


Short stories by Emma Brown

Inion N. Mathair


Kindness Blog

Kindness Images, Videos, True Life Stories, Quotes, Personal Reflections and Meditations.

Wuji Seshat

Selected Poems

poetry by skull

The Musings of N. E. Skull


the epic blog of a father of twins

Pennsylvania Alliance for Clean Water and Air

Dedicated citizens fighting to protect our most valuable resources.

ann johnson-murphree

Artist, Writer of Confessional Free Verse Poetry and Fiction

Being Margaret

A lighthearted look at life on any given day


Art is our home. This door is open, always, to all, and yet permits not the entry of draft or rain. The doused may find solace, and repose, in the warmth of this hearth. For the sparks of these words - the spectres conjured by its incandescence - are a family whose love is unconditional, and will ever blaze, kindling within us the faith to weather these tempests. The ashes may then be scattered upon the winds - to ignite the lost, and unify our souls as one, in unquenched illumination; to be the light which guides us home, through the darkest of eclipse.

%d bloggers like this: