Semi-Daily Scribbles

Unsettled and restless from years of switching gears, Lonnie looked for ways to slip comfortably out of consciousness. She didn't want to stay away from the shop forever, but she did need a rest from all the wrong turns she'd taken lately. Lonnie thought she might slip into the sea and follow the humpback's migration. Riding on the back of a whippet sounded doable, too. Lonnie wanted to be the blurred countryside speeding past idle onlookers. Any number of scenarios, where her imagination was unleashed by a simple wish, would make for a grand vacation. Fantasy was a lovely land in which to get lost. As long as she could pick up reality where she left it, neither Lonnie's boss nor the winding line of hungry customers would be the wiser.