Remember the days of maps? Where you were the passenger plotting out the path to your destination? If you were smart, you would have researched and written the route down on paper. If you weren’t smart, you would have entered the city center, somewhat lost, with the map folded in your lap. You would be frantically trying to read the street signs as you drive by them to discover where you were.
“Turn right on Henry.” you would say, only to discover that Henry was a one way street, and you were going the wrong way.
Car horns blaring, there is heavy traffic. Your only solace is that you have out-of-state plates. The driver looks at you, vein throbbing on his forehead. You swear you can see the steam puffing out of his ears as he exhales. He swerves to the right,into a parking lot, and grabs the map out of your hands.
“Don’t you know how to read a map?” His hazel eyes bore right into yours. You slink a little lower in your seat, your stomach churning. “It helps if you don’t have it upside down.” He throws the map back at you and jets forward back into traffic.
*at least nowadays, we can just blame the GPS*
written in response to writing101:day 4: A story in a Single Image