Driving Lessons

So this is a short story I wrote a couple years ago and I decided it was about time I shared it.

Hopefully you enjoy it!!!

 

Driving Lessons

For the past ten years I have lived in the small town of Chesterton. With a little over 1,000 residents it’s the kind of small town you see in movies but never see in real life. It was picture perfect, the main street was filled with beautiful shops owned by people in the town. Instead of a giant chain grocery store there was a small market that had everything you could need. When you moved here you really become a part of the town, everyone knows your name and would say hello when they saw you or wave when you passed each other on the road. It really was the most ideal place to live.

Everyday

It’s funny how quickly things can change. Like me for example, it’s hard to imagine that only moments ago I was a living breathing human being. You see that lump on the floor over there is me; I’ll get to how I died later for now I want to leave my legacy. I guess death is something that we tend to runaway from, the idea of it especially the reality of it. Had I known that this morning when I woke up that I would be dead in only a few short hours I suppose I would have done things, well differently. I would have told my loved ones that I love them. Would have only taken a few minutes, I suppose its something that I could have done everyday. A phone call, a text, an email, such small insignificant things that could help people with grief. So for that I am sorry, sorry for not letting people know how I felt about them before the end, my end.