My Voice In Pen

Writing is a struggle against silence

Following your gut instinct is no joke.

Yesterday, I had a very strong and sudden urge to pan for gold. A week ago we had been attempting to drive to another ghost town not too far away, and had stumbled upon a creek with quite a few obvious small flakes glimmering in the sunlight.

“Let’s go today,” I insisted.

Ronnie, lazily, “Why today?”

Me, “Obviously because we could be millionaires.”