It was late. We were just driving around…just to drive around. I had a small drive ahead of me but wasn’t sure I wanted to leave just yet. We drove to a park because she had something to show me. We stopped and began to take a walk. It was freezing. There was a big pond ahead that helped this cold bitter wind cut through my coat like it was nothing. We keep walking and I see this small dock…
Something new at Studio30 Plus. Every week we give out a writing prompt. One word to inspire a blog post, however you want to create it. This week, the word is concrete. Life is full of concrete. Those moments when you crash into it with full force. Smashing into it. Concrete doesn’t budge. It’s unforgiving at best. Concrete is final. You know exactly when you hit it. Concrete is impassable. It’s also a refuge. It’s a platform to rest upon.…
It was embarrassing to admit to her that I had never had a crab cake before. The fact that I am from the middle of the country, you can understand how that could be possible. She assured me that I would like it, that the crab was more than likely caught just a few hours ago. Fresh. The middle of the country feasts on frozen or…gasp…imitation crab. She assured me that seafood in DC/Georgetown was amazing. Knowing myself, I was skeptical. …
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