“No, no, you do NOT want me navigating. I’ll accidently navigate us off a cliff.”
He laughed. Like he thought I was actually joking. “I’m serious,” I told him as I turned the map in my hands again. “I cannot read these things. I don’t have a clue which way we’re supposed to go.”
“Relax,” he said, glancing over at me after taking the next turn in the road. “What does it matter if we get lost?”
“Um, we’ll be LOST. Isn’t that the whole point of having a map. So we don’t get lost where no one can find us, and we DIE.” Yes, I was being dramatic. No, I didn’t care.
He pulled over to the side of the road then leaned over to kiss me. “We’re not going to die,” he said. “And we’ll be together. So what else could matter?”
What had I been worried about again? Damn, but he always knew how to make me forget what I was freaking out about.
What else could matter, indeed.
Welcome back to my Fiction Friday installments. I kind of took January off from it, though not really. I was still posting little fiction snippets, but I was using prompts from the Just Jot It challenge and often forgot to label Fridays as a Fiction Friday post. Now, I’m back to using prompts I’ve found on Pinterest. I used this week’s as the first line, which always makes me laugh, because it’s something I could say about myself. Please never give me a map if you actually want to get somewhere. 😀