Frannie’s On the Move

destiny-courageShe was dry and dusty and parched. Just the thought of that backseat-warm fruit punch in her (former) parents’ car would have been enough to make her mouth water, had she saliva to spare. The perky attitude she’d had when the woman in the red car had stopped had withered away in direct proportion to the amount of time she’d spent trudging along the side of the highway.

Frannie had never considered that a road might not see tires on its pavement for hours at a time. This experience was not shaping up as it should have.

Just as she was vowing to herself to make do with the next set of parents that rolled by, an old brown minivan squealed to a stop right next to her. The sliding door popped open to release a great big cloud of smoke, and Frannie waved her hand back and forth, trying to clear it enough to see who her knight in shining armor was.

“Hey, little dude, hop in. We’ll give you a ride,” said the driver, who Frannie judged near enough to the proper age to be her new dad.

“Okay,” she quickly agreed. This day had dragged on far too long for her to be picky.

She climbed right in and wiggled herself into a comfy spot on the middle bench seat, next to a girl with funny hair. Frannie smiled at the girl–maybe that was her new mom.  The girl smiled back.

Frannie already felt a million times better, in spite of the acrid smell in the van. Maybe this adventure wasn’t going to be so bad after all.

  1. Plenty More
  2. But None to Be Found Just Yet

PP #40

4 Comments on “Frannie’s On the Move”

  1. LRose says:

    Frannie! In a van with a bunch of Scooby Do hep-cats. Oh, the fear your striking in parent’s hearts ;^). But she’s our little hero. Gonna show them!

  2. I’m new to your blog and got caught up in Frannie’s story. What a hoot! It’ll be hard to wait for the next chapter. Been watching too much Law and Order lately, so you struck some fear into this parent’s heart, too.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s