The good kind of hurt

This is a blogger I could read over and over (and I have). Walt has a way with words that allow me to feel every moment, taste the rain, and immerse myself into a world that is truly unique to such gifted writers – the world of imagination. Please read and enjoy!…

First trip up was in the U-Haul. She drove. I rode shotgun. Had a few breakdowns along the way, not mechanical. I said the wrong thing, her pupils shrank, she went shields up, pulled onto the shoulder, unbuckled her seatbelt, ran back into the cargo space with her furniture and boxes. I sighed and rolled […]