This is my contribution for Saturday Centus. If you remember, we have 100 words to add to the prompt to make a creative piece. This is the brain child of wonderful Jenny Matlock. When you’ve read mine, go over & read the others. You’ll find they are all different 

Driving six hours is a long time on the road. Six hours spent singing car-aoke and taking in the picturesque scenery, but mostly reminiscing about the good times. But those days were long gone and my mind was in a different place now. Or was it? My pulse quickened as I passed the road sign which read “Medford 27 miles.”

How many years ago was it? It certainly seemed like centuries. Would I ever have believed then that one day I would be driving myself?

Father hated driving really. It was a necessary evil to him. However, the tradition of this annual visit had to be maintained.

Now I was alone with my thoughts. Had those trips really been fun? What about Mark, always feeling sick & having to go in the front? I was always sure it was a ploy to get that prime spot.

Now, it’s just me. How do I feel? Well, it’s different. Will they see that?

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