Time For Me To Come Down

A friend said she wished Diary Of A Mod Housewife was a novel. I started a file with all the song titles and for fun knocked out a chapter. Fiction is new to me, it seems freeing! Thanks for reading.

“Are we there yet?” Six year old Mabel sat behind me in the back seat of the ten year old grey Pontiac wagon. The early 1990s were the last golden era of lax safety. Car seats became redundant when kids reached the age of four or a weight of forty pounds.