Stuck in commuter traffic hell, I went Live on Facebook, jimmy-rigging my phone to the dashboard, offering viewers many minutes of stream-of-consciousness chatter. They could only see parts of my face, like a Picasso painting where the steering-wheel spokes created the lines. I liked it so much I kept it up for a while: “Through The Steering Wheel.” (Yep, I gave it a name.) After dropping my granddaughter at school I would go Live. Not long ago, I watched one of the videos. Now I understand why my daughters thought I was trapped in the twilight zone of old age.
Donna Williams, in her semi-retired state, loves the challenge of writing flash fiction. She still calls writing a wonderful misery.