Prompt Challenge: one-minute fiction
Cars lined both sides of the crowded city one-way street.
No parking spaces available.
Oh dear, already late for her piano lesson she wondered where to park her
brand new convertible.
Round and round – finally a space accessible.
Where are the parking meters?
Could it be possible she’d taken the wrong exit?
Ponder the thought!!
Senior moments – Chuckle! Chuckle!