lookin’ for her ‘cross america

and we drove ‘cross Indiana…into Illinois…the southern tip…past East St. Louis…got-on 55 headin’ towards Memphis…he didn’t know where he was goin’…just goin’…drivin’ like a madman…a slowed down madman…couldn’t get that old Chevy past 60…don’t know if it was the car or somekind of fear inside of him…couldn’t go past 60…

kept talkin’ the whole time…kept askin’ if we left mom at that rest area a ways back…told him no…no…

she was with us…,he said…,just as plain as day…she was with us…,kept his eyes peeled on the road…,an’ we talked like old times…she asked ’bout you…asked how you were doin’…told her fine…told her you’d grown-up to be a fine man…a fine man…’member…

i told dad that mom had died last year…at a gas station in Northern Arkansas with the smell of alfalfa in the air…a hazy morning past midnight…heat lightning was goin’ off towards the west…maybe over in the Ozarks…

now damn it listen to me…,the old man said…,she was here…in this car…with us…you were talkin’ to her too…you smiled real big when I told her what a fine man you’d turned out to be…don’t you try to trick me…I’m too smart for ya’…I’ve been ’round time or two…she was here in this car an’ you can’t convince me otherwise…she nodded her head…listened an’ talked sometimes too…what’re you tryin’ to pull boy…

nothin’ pop…nothin’…why don’t you give me the keys…

whole family thinks I’m crazy…, he held the gold key out and then then pulled it back into his lined palm…,you’re the one that’s crazy…hear me…you’re the one that’s crazy…my faculties are together…I am sound…

i want that key dad…give me that key…,the old man grinned and opened the driver’s side door…,you want this key…I’ll give it to ya’ when we get to the next stop…we gotta’ go pick up your mom…

she’s dead dad…you can’t pick her up…

when did that happen…, he got into the car and started it up…, when did she die…

last year dad…last year…now turn-off the car dad…just turn-off the car…

well I’ll be damned…I’ll be damned…

dad…

see ya’ ’round…

that was a week ago…he’s still out there lookin’ for her…probably over in Texas somewhere…maybe New Mexico…who knows…he was hell-bent on findin’ her…yes he was…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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