The Story That Has To Be Written

Having a bit of fun with the prompt from Day One of  Trust 30

The story that has to be written goes something like this:

Riding around with a goat in the back seat of my 64 Chevy Nova was quite an experience.  You see, I bought it from Frenchie in Artesia to replace two ducks that my dog unfortunately had killed.  The ducks belonged to my neighbor and apparently two ducks are equal to one goat.  I stopped to get gas, this was back in the days when a service station attendant pumped the gas for me.  He began to do that  and stopped abruptly, came to the drover's window and said, "Um mam, there is a goat in your backseat..." 

No, no, the story that must be written is the one about the time  I was jogging in a stadium in Athens one  morning with a man I'd met the night before.  We'd chatted about running. He dropped by my youth hostel early the next morning to pick me up. Every time we circled the stadium and passed a dark tunnel leading to who knows where, he tried to coerce me into the tunnel until he became irate and the hairs stood up on the back of my neck...

How about the story of Daniel Webster (red freckeld boy--real name, I pinky swear) and the multiplication tables in 4th grade wherein we both had stars on the chart up through the 5s.  I stayed after school to recite my 6s and, with the encouragement of Mrs. Gittings, went all the way through the 12s.  Daniel's face upon seeing the chart the next day was priceless...

Or, there is the story about my parents on a blind date just after WWII when my dad got drunk and Mom decided that she didn't like him at all.  Every day for a month, he sat on the front steps of her house apologizing and trying for a second chance...

Or there's the one about......

Oh dear, perhaps there is a blogger, or ten, from whom I can borrow 15 minutes because clearly I cannot get all this written in the 15 minutes allotted to me alone.

*Photo from Oxford, UK 15 minutes after I arrived in that lovely city.