“Where do you want to walk?,” I ask Mister after the rain.
“Walk to the supermarket,” he suggests, “Drive car.”
We do need a few things, so I hoist Mister off of the wet sidewalk for a piggyback ride, his preferred method of travel these days. At least when he’s not driving the shopping cart with the car attached.
Mister gets heavy fast. Before we’ve even crossed the first street, I’m wishing we chose another destination.
“Almost there,” I say, more for myself than him, as we cross the second crosswalk.
As I lift one foot to step onto the curb, the other foot slides out from under me. I remember that Crocs shoes and wet road paint do not get along as Mister and I tumble almost to the ground. I catch us just before he falls. Luckily, no cars are coming and neither of us are hurt. That was one close call.
Almost deleted a first draft? Submitted to your dream agent before you were ready? What writing disaster have you just avoided? Or what writing disaster have you survived and learned from?