Railroad tracks often come to mind when I hear the word track, but that is not where my post for the blog hop Six Sentence Stories - Track took me. Denise selects word prompts that can be used in many different ways, so the stories that are shared by the bloggers who participate bring lots of variety as to the use of the word. Be sure to click the link to see which tracks their creative talents took.
The cars flowed smoothly in the riverfront traffic, kind of unusual considering some people were no doubt on their lunch hour headed to the shoreline park to eat lunch and enjoy the beauty of the cherry trees in bloom.
It was as though her tires were being pulled along the familiar track where they had treaded many times before when she had taken this short cut to get her mom's home quickly.
Although her destination in this familiar area was different this time, the previous site associated with multiplicities of journeys was the beginning of what would become a painful descent.
After making her delivery, she continued further along the same route as memories of what had once been and were no more seemed to stop and start again like the traffic lights.
As she left the city and drove eastward toward the nursing home, through the panoramic well-kept farm lands bordered by the snow- capped mountains in the Cascades, her spirits lifted although she knew that one day this drive too would be a reminder of a beginning and an ending of another chapter, the last one, in her mother's earthly life.
For someday, this would mean she would rise to the next existence and no more be bound by body parts that didn't work as they were fashioned to do, and at last being released from the pains associated from an aged body and a deteriorating mind.