July 4, 2016

“I’ll meet you at the bottom in seven minutes!”

She liked to drive her car down to the river to race me on foot. This was a common occurrence and it had long stopped being fun. It was raining today and as usual the car turned and swung around on the muddy dirt path. I shouted at her to stop, as it looked like she was about to back up over the edge of the cliff. But it seemed like she couldn’t hear me.