She Couldn’t Say

They’d at last become friends, as his heart had been moved to extend to her this compliment.

As they drove along the countryside, he took her hand in his right, while his left held the wheel.

“Do you really believe those dreams were real?” he asked her.

“You know, I really can’t say, anymore…what I do know is that I no longer want to be chasing my own tail over it.”

She half-chuckled ruefully, feeling fatigued and flustered.

“But one thing I do know is that If my right guy is around, it’s his turn to pull on the oars.”