Sandra drove out of town heading north on I-5, bulky boxes filling every crevice of her tiny Kia. Mist lingered over the horizon. As unsettling as it was, she was resigned to the fact that her father’s home was the only place she had to go.
She hadn’t lived with Don since she was five-years-old. He had come in and out of her life all during her childhood, but never seemed to stay. He was widowed a year ago and, Sandra thought, loneliness is probably the only reason he has called me every week since.
Sandra tried to bury her feelings but she was still angry for the way he had deserted her and her mother. And even though Karen was gone, she couldn’t accept the fact that her father had married Karen and raised Karen’s son. And, Sandra decided that she didn’t care if Don knew that either.
Oh God, she thought, please please, help me find a job quickly.
She knew living with her father wasn’t going to work. But, for now, somehow, she had to make it work.
Three word Wednesday words–bulky, mist, resign.