The sudden downpour pelts our car, as we sit in the parking lot of the oldest, smallest, Pizza Hut that we’ve ever seen. The parking lot is empty, and we can see the employees goofing off inside. Just a few years ago, this place was busy, filled with families dining in on pizza and bread sticks, but not anymore. I take a deep breath, bracing myself for the rain. My pizza craving is strong.
*Every day, throughout the month of August, I will be participating in a fun writing experiment, known as Small Stones, for #AwakeAugust. To learn more, or for more examples of Small Stones, you can click here.
Jan
My Life as Jan 