If I was taking a walk with You, I’d say, “It turns out there isn’t a limit to how frustrated I can get. Or how many bad decisions people can make. Is there no bottom?”
I think you would be silent.
We would walk on and I would get exasperated.
Yes, with You.
“Are you going to say anything?” I will ask.
Stride, stride, stride. Pause.
Originally written for and posted at RevGalBlogPals.org, 5/19/17.