Candice hated to stay in one place for very long. More than a few days, and her feet began to ache with longing for the open road.
Her feet because she much preferred to walk instead of ride. It made her feel more connected to her journey, more in touch with the earth.
Candice was a hippie. This was in no way offensive to her, no matter how people wanted to mean it. She just shrugged them off and went on her way, enjoying life.
This trip had been a lovely one. She had met a few nice people and even attended a party. A quiet little picnicky outdoorsy party, that reminded her of once when she’d once purposefully left a pair of flip flops behind after another outdoors birthday party.
The tug of the balloons on their strings brought a smile to her face as she carted her bag along the side of the road. Tomorrow would be another day, and another adventure.
This is a great picture prompt, LRose! I love how it immediately brought to mind a story I wrote–wow! exactly a year ago! Kismet!