ANNE MARIE SCOTTO

At the stoplight, a stranger knocked on the glass to ask for directions.  She sat in the passenger seat and drifted off, listening to him give instructions.  At that moment it didn’t really matter what he was saying, it was just the warm sound of him.  Sometimes his voice carried her to a place she loved even when she didn’t pay attention to what he was saying. When he glanced over and saw that certain dazed blush on her face, he just had to laugh. Smiling, they both enjoyed the way he could carry her away any day.




Anne Marie Scotto is a writer living in Florida.

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