"Cindy is so excited, all she can think about is the trip she and Wayne are going to make when they get to America. She has always loved their biking holidays but they missed out last year because they decided they wanted to do 'the big one' and go to America. This was what they had been saving for over the past two years and she was so excited.
She and Wayne had been seeing one another for the past four years since they were in High School together and she was so sure that he was 'the one'. They had both taken Saturday jobs to help pay for the trip and next week they were flying to Chicago with Virgin airlines.
Cindy could not wait to go and the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow was that she would get to see her older sister, Caroline, who had gone to live in Los Angeles and promised she would be waiting at the pier in Santa Monica when they arrived. Caroline had arranged the hire of a motorbike for them and it would be waiting at the O'Hare when they arrived.
It was five o'clock in the evening as she packed her work station up in the office.
"Hey, you coming for a drink with us?" shouted one of her coworkers. "We decided to go to Harry's Bar and discuss the Awards Evening and what we were going to wear."
"I'd love to talk, but I'm in a hurry to get home so I can be alone" Cindy shouted back. "I need to have some time on my own to sort out the final details, it's only a week away and there are lots of things to sort."
"OK" said Sian, "you'll fall in with what we decide then I take it?"
There was no reply. Cindy had already gone through the door, there was so much to do and besides which Wayne was coming over and they really needed to finalise the plans. It had only been a little white lie about being alone."
This is the last post for Chris' challenge over on Art Journal Journey and last week Erika gave me the idea of using motor bikes with using them in her challenge. I knew I had some Route 66 stamps somewhere but I couldn't find them. Luckily I had some images already stamped and embossed. A check on what colour gas pumps were in America revealed they were usually black (according to the internet) so I left all my images, except the little Michelin Man, black and white.
Thanks for the challenge Chris.
