He’d been told free parking in the city was impossible to find, but the municipal garages were expensive. After dropping off his companion at the street fair entrance he decided to explore for a few blocks. When he saw a car enter the street from an alley, he drove with hawkspeed.
Surprisingly, there were several open and legal spots available in the alley. He parked his rental behind a jalopy, its frame decades out of fashion and covered with vibrant green paint.
Less than a block from the fair. He exited and locked his car, pleased at his small victory.
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Well-told slice of life story. Those small victories mean everything to quality of life.
Oh the possibilities of this as a short story. Please do share if you write one. Thank you.
It’s always such a relief to find that spot to park. Very creative take on the photo!
Quite a big victory in fact!
There ought to be a word to declare aloud the feeling one has with such a momentous achievement as finding a spot. Well done.
I like the “everyday-ness” of this story. We can all identify.
Small victories= big endorphins! Nice.