Flying Down South (flash fiction)
Birds have it easy when they become empty nesters: simply grab hold of the nest and fly off to a different tree. Easy change of scenery. So, what happens when you retire and you want a change of scenery, but you love your house and garden that you’ve invested so much sweat into? No way putting them on a truck would’ve worked. The idea hit Sarah driving away from Faneuil Hall and passing the wharf. Sounded crazy, but why not? We’re unconventional people. The house and garden looked even crazier on the crane and chugging away, down the Atlantic coast.
“It’ll take forever,” I said, and Sarah shrugged, saying we’ll simply take our time driving to Savannah.
It’ll be a road trip with lots of stops. And when we finally settle down in our new spot, we’ll have plenty of new sights and friends—and we can joke about each other’s accents.