Home, is it?

      “It does feel like home, doesn't it?” he asked and I smiled. Surely it did.

       After roaming whole day in the sun, this was the closest I could call home.

       I tried to enjoy my stay as much as I could, for I knew my stay here would be short.

       I knew the guy would come back anytime and I had to start running again.

       But what choice did I have? It was better than suffering from disgrace!

       I will tell you, once we leave the garage and get on track, the life of a race car is never easy!

PS: Linking this post to Write Tribe's 100 Words on Saturday 2014 #17, the Ultimate Blog Challenge July 2014 and NaBloPoMo.

Until the next post,
Keep Smiling :)

Swathi :)

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