This Means You

I saw the sky go from ink to autumn today. I don’t do it often, anymore, anyway.

At 5:30 a.m. I drove my husband to his work show-up where he climbed into his co-worker’s Ford edge and waved. Later this morning I will have his truck towed to the mechanic, so he too can hear the groaning heart of the front right axel. We’ll sigh on the phone when they call with news and non-news.

But here’s what you’ll do: submit to Awosting Alchemy. Because you wrote something you love. Because you wrote something your mother will hate. Because you love fame. Because I shared with you first.

There’s a week left, but pretend there isn’t. Thanks, as always. XO *L

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