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Today the temps reached into the 90’s.  Yesterday morning we were all in sweatshirts.  It was bill paying time again, and my daughter and I braved the sun swelter to do the normal middle of the month bill pays and grab a slice at our favorite pizza joint.  We piled back into the Sable with intent to walk the 2 miles at ChinquaPenn Trails.  We sat for a couple as I rolled down the windows and dropped the top.

She is but the tender age of nine, gorgeous, and full of thoughtful questions.  She had just finished her 4th grade  tests. The heat rolled out in noxious waves .  She asked, “Do we have to hike right now?”

I sat for maybe two minutes in thoughtful contemplation.  It was damn fucking hot but the trails offered beauty, shade, and adventure.  She wiped her face and gave me the twirl fingered sign for “hurry” in my rear view.  Casting care, we hit the road as we are oft to do, both of us playing hand waves against the rush of wind.

“Mom, why do you always drive?”



About Lore Wilde

Writer of horror and flash fiction, student, fast pitch softball mom. Lover of the internet and the gym (strange combo). Always on Spotify jamming out, on a nature trail, in the water, on a trip, cooking, writing, at a live concert, exercising, yoga, meditiating. Prone to sarcastic rants, telling ghost stories, bitching about money or having perpetual fun. Interested in hanging out with creative, kewl people with stories to share. I adore writers...professional, published, or "just for fun". I read a lot, write a lot, and type faster than Hell burns.

One response to “Tenacity

  1. Ziggy ⋅

    Ha! I like your life philosophy!

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