An Ode to Her
I've been challenging myself to write a piece of flash fiction each day of February, led by Managing Editor Moriah Richard of Writer's Digest. Here is my piece for day 6: // James Baldwin once said, "Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up." I will say, our beginning certainly took me by surprise, on a day I thought I was going on a Costco run to Kansas City with my ex. Unexpectedly, my car broke down less than 30 minutes into our drive, and everything changed. The first time I saw her, I wasn’t sure what to think. But before long, I adjusted to the feeling of safety. Safety was a new feeling. And I felt safest when it was just the two of us. When it was finally time to leave the midwest, we drove across the country together, all the way to Portland, Oregon. We stopped whenever we wanted, taking in the views. One time I even forgot to refill the gas tank outside of Boise, so we had to make a ...
