The Trailer

They shared a trailer out on the West side of town…it was rusting at the top…no gutters on it…had a step missing on the front stoop…busted in the middle with splinters standing up…never got around to fixing it…just let it be…

The trailer had been in the family for years…his mom and dad had it…bought it back when this was a respectable neighborhood…everyone had a job at the Falstaff brewery…or at one of the hospitals…labor jobs…nothing professional…used to you could keep your doors unlocked…neighbors would bring over casseroles when somebody died…walk your kid home from school if you weren’t able…the community looked out for each other…mowed each other’s lots…

Then things changed…like they always do…the brewery closed…economy got bad…a different element came into the trailer park…folks who didn’t care much for making things nice…cars up on concrete blocks…trash in the yards…someone said a whore moved in at the back of the park…cars coming and going throughout the night…all hours…

They shared this trailer…both on disability…went crazy over a period of time…they’d wear wool hats in the summertime and shorts in the winter…waiting at the corner for the city bus to come pick em up each day…that’s all they did was just ride the bus around town all day…looking at the way the town was now…shops closed down…factories abandoned…car lots with low low monthly payments…

And then at night they’d return to their trailer…feed the cats that came around…fix the clothes hanger antennae on the television…watch Family Feud…Wheel Of Fortune…she always commented on how pretty Vanna looked…wishing her body could fit into a dress…with sparkles on it…all shiny…

He’d sit out on the busted stoop smoking a Viceroy…thinking about his younger days…was it all just a dream…maybe it was…maybe it was…

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