Miss Bea

On way home from service, (and errands) a rock hit my front tire. Flattened it. Immediately. I sat beside the road, in the dark, for an hour and a half. I prayed for safety. And, I wasn’t moved to put on my flashers, but to wait. I’d phoned Triple A, the roadside service. 

There was a place to park, a miracle, (almost) 

I know I didn’t have my flashers on, but a good thirty cars, even a sheriffs vehicle sailed past me. And, people know my car. That shocked me. 

I told them at the store what happened. They will let the community know. 

I drive a Subaru. And I know the rock hit the sidewall. Now, I get to find out if I will have to get new tires. It’s parked outside, with the sissy tire on.