Sunday Drive – Part Two

Originally, the time span from my psychic appointment with Angelia seemed endless.  However, I passed it by grabbing lunch at McDonald’s and getting my car’s emission test across the street.  The emissions manager was pleasant, and we chatted about the weather and his ride while he quickly analyzed my car. “That’s a gorgeous motorcycle,” I said, nodding at the Harley on the opposite side of the alcove. He paused in his administrations, sounding surprised that I had noticed it.  Still, he murmured a pleased “Thank you,” as he resumed. “Okay,” he said once it was over, swirling his signature on…

Sunday Drive – Part One

I don’t know what happened.  Even now, I don’t know what drove me to literally take one of the most impactful Sunday drive I had ever taken. As cliché as it sounds, the day started normally.  I awoke the day after my friends’ bimonthly Game Night, groggy and determined to go grocery shopping before noon hit.  When driving out of my apartment division, it takes nothing more than a turn to the left to make it to Publix half a mile later. I got up and got dressed, tying a presentable satin scarf around my oil-soaked hair and plastic cap. …