She drove through town in a haphazard fashion. Her life was so complicated and she was just trying to get to a place of peace, anyplace without the headaches of her life. She found herself at a local park and pulled into a parking space by the creek.
She stood on the bridge and breathed deep the crisp fall air. Her relationship was in tatters, her Mom was sick and work had become an exercise in trying to control her anxieties.
Tomorrow she was seeing a new therapist. It had to help… she was at the end of her rope.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – haphazard