Mangled Shoes

A few minutes before 9:00. Buses bunching, drivers charging each ready to grab the nearest customer. Deborah climbed into a 1961 Ford Seven Seater Sedan- Metallic her mother saw her off.

"Remember my teachings and listen to your grandmother, Now is not the time to know it all, we've seen how that has played out for you Debbie."

There was very little left for Deborah left to say, it could have been worse. As she got into the vehicle she tilted her head to the side of the closed window and lay it on her pillow. She slept soundly most of the journey. Deborah woke up in between whenever the car felt it was no longer moving or when the other pedestrains took breaks in between to 'privy in the bush shrub' other time T'was when an antelope, kudu, springbok, monkey bosvark got into the middle of the road and she'd open her eyes the the sound of the old classic hooting. Irritated at the driver for such loud noise at nature could he not find other means to communicate. Maybe she was irritated and angry at everyone for no reason. Deborah fell asleep again, could it have been side effects from the IV and other medications?

Suddenly, the car stops there is a sudden blow, great winds beating still.

"We've arrived at your destination" Say's the man with limitations

"Home.'' Deborah whispers. "Thank you Sir T'was a good journey."

(the man breaks out into laughter) "Haha you slept most of it"

"Beefy hiding behind laugher, short man syndromme."

Behind her lay a far slow reddish sunset hovering the eastern sandvelds. Deborah smiled politely then removed her belongings from the trailer.

A few minutes before 9:00. Buses bunching, drivers charging each ready to grab the nearest customer. Deborah climbed into a 1961 Ford Seven Seater Sedan- Metallic her mother saw her off.

"Remember my teachings and listen to your grandmother, Now is not the time to know it all, we've seen how that has played out for you Debbie."

There was very little left for Deborah left to say, it could have been worse. As she got into the vehicle she tilted her head to the side of the closed window and lay it on her pillow. She slept soundly most of the journey. Deborah woke up in between whenever the car felt it was no longer moving or when the other pedestrains took breaks in between to 'privy in the bush shrub' other time T'was when an antelope, kudu, springbok, monkey bosvark got into the middle of the road and she'd open her eyes the the sound of the old classic hooting. Irritated at the driver for such loud noise at nature could he not find other means to communicate. Maybe she was irritated and angry at everyone for no reason. Deborah fell asleep again, could it have been side effects from the IV and other medications?

Suddenly, the car stops there is a sudden blow, great winds beating still.

"We've arrived at your destination" Say's the man with limitations

"Home.'' Deborah whispers. "Thank you Sir T'was a good journey."

(the man breaks out into laughter) "Haha you slept most of it"

"Beefy hiding behind laugher, short man syndromme."

Behind her lay a far slow reddish sunset hovering the eastern sandvelds. Deborah smiled politely then removed her belongings from the trailer.