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Survival
My little flash story, Survival, popped up at Goldfish Grimm over the weekend, along with a short interview with me.
In other survival stories, I left the house today thinking, oooh, the sun is still shining. I won't get wet. YAY ME.
Ten minutes later I was soaked completely through, and I do mean completely (well, my butt was kinda covered by the trike, but still.) We're talking every inch of clothing totally plastered to you soaked. Water dripping from my nose soaked. Having to stop because I can't ride the trike in heavy rain soaked (the rain gets on my glasses.)
During all of this?
Sun.
Still.
Shining.
Ok, that didn't last too long - the clouds swept in - but Florida. Where you can be in the sun, and still be wet.
But I now have my bananas, which was the main point of going against Florida's weather, so all good.
In other survival stories, I left the house today thinking, oooh, the sun is still shining. I won't get wet. YAY ME.
Ten minutes later I was soaked completely through, and I do mean completely (well, my butt was kinda covered by the trike, but still.) We're talking every inch of clothing totally plastered to you soaked. Water dripping from my nose soaked. Having to stop because I can't ride the trike in heavy rain soaked (the rain gets on my glasses.)
During all of this?
Sun.
Still.
Shining.
Ok, that didn't last too long - the clouds swept in - but Florida. Where you can be in the sun, and still be wet.
But I now have my bananas, which was the main point of going against Florida's weather, so all good.