‘Roadside Rosie…’

Roadside Rosie by Dennis Lowery

“Stop here!” she backhand slapped me on my shoulder.

She’s strong and it stung. I slowed and looked for a wide spot on the side of the road. “Okay, okay!” I smiled at her.

When she got out so I could take a picture, it came to me. Even without the tatts, I loved her for all the color she brought to my life. And I didn’t care if the road we were on took us anywhere special… cause when I’m with her… every place is.

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