Husband slows down to read the road sign.
“Nope, that’s ‘The Dirt,'” I tell him. “Where are they taking us?”
I look down at the directions again. The turn for the Inn where friends are hosting a wedding should be coming up soon.
We pass other dirt roads with different names, lots of fields, and not much else.
“There it is,” Husband says. I let out a little sigh of relief.
As Husband checks in, I look at the beautiful grounds and historic buildings. I also spot a fly as big as my thumb on the back window.
Sometimes the journey and the destination is not as you expect. When has your writing taken you down a different path? Where did you end up?