My local beach writers group inspires us to write every month by proposing a starter sentence and we finish the thought. It's interesting to see how many different directions one idea can take us. If you'd like to read my fellow writer's musings, click here.
”Flight 142 for Cleveland is now boarding…”
Holy hell. When the stewardess said those words, the Pizza
Hut Personal Pan Pizza I’d nibbled at 30 minutes earlier turned into a ball of
cement in my stomach. What in the world
was I thinking going back to Cleveland?
To a homecoming event, no less?
