It’s an old town

It was a Friday afternoon when he called me. His voice was agitated and his tone was impatient. He wanted to leave and drive. He had no particular destination in mind but the idea of getting somewhere pulled him onward. Always onward.
I took my chances and left my small town dreams behind. Traded them for an idea.

 

 

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