pretendin’…

daddy’d drive his pickup truck through town on Saturday mornin’s…kid sat beside him…lookin’ out the front window…waitin’ on dad’s demands…,shift up Josh…,the boy whose hand was always on the gear shifted up while makin’ a pretend motor noise with his mouth closed….,brrrmmm….brrrmmm, he’d hum…daddy just kept drivin’…

and they’d go out on Baer Field…stretch of road that went out to the airport….saw planes flyin’ overhead…Delta…American Eagle…United….real pretty planes…white…silver…blue…,shift over Josh…,he’d shift over…

drove past trailer parks on Winchester…past cornfields on Bluffton…just makin’ the mornin’ rounds…dad with his can of Pepsi…Josh had one too…just like daddy…,shift down boy…,he said with a grin…the man-child obliged…

they had a box of donuts ‘tween ’em…chocolate…powdered…some glazed…they ate and just kept lookin’ out at the same things they saw the Saturday before…and the Saturday before that…

just shiftin’ gears…pretendin’…

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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