America

Grey sky reflects in a grey lake with a leafless tree along the shore.

Heartbroken

Unspoken

Words to share.

Do you care?

When I fear

You won’t hear,

Where to go?

I don’t know.

So alone.

I feel alone.

Five Minute Friday: Connect

(So, I’ve been participating in a “writers’ flash mob” of sorts called Five Minute Friday. In response to a one-word prompt, hundreds of writers sit down and write for five minutes flat. No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font or punctuation; unscripted and unedited. Here’s today’s edition…setting the timer….)

Five Minute Friday: Connect

Go.

The road, one of the main ways in and out of town, slinks along between the river and a hill. On a good day, driving it involves an effort to ignore the patched places where the road started to slip off into the water and to overlook the pebbly places where the hill has shifted and scattered itself onto the pavement.

Now and then, the hill loses larger chunks of itself and the road must be closed until crews can scrape it out of the way and clear the lanes.

To be honest, even on days when we are allowed to drive along that road, I worry about it.

But it’s the shortest route and so I play along with the willing suspension of disbelief and drive on through, holding my breath, telling myself, “not today…it won’t come crashing down today.”

This week the road is closed, so I must seek out new connections to where I need to be.

Needing new connections so early in the new year.

Perhaps it’s a sign.

Stop.

 Screen shot of a Twitter post from highways, showing that a rock slide has closed a major roadway.