Day: 2012/03/21

Behind The Wheel


Written for the prompt “behind the wheel” at Flashy Fiction.


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Such a gorgeous day. After lunch, Esther went outside to sit on the porch swing—and the refreshing spring breeze moved through her hair. It reminded her of having the wind coming through the car windows when going for a drive on just such a day.

Closing her eyes, her mind drifted. She could almost hear the songs on the radio, and her best friend Alice’s pleas to turn up the volume, as they cruised the streets after school.

Smiling, Esther’s eyes popped open. Not one to waste a perfect day for a drive, she went in search of her handbag, and slid behind the wheel of the car.

When it was nearly supper time, Jennifer looked for her grandmother to help her set the table. It wasn’t like her to not already be there, asking to help. Checking the usual spots – the day bed in the study (where she would often look at books), the rocking chair in front of the TV, and the front porch swing. A bit worried, Jennifer went out the front door and started down the sidewalk to go next door to her Aunt Evelyn’s house, to see if Nan had gone on her own for a visit.

Jennifer pulled up short, startled to discover that her grandmother had found the keys to the car and was sitting inside. The windows were all down and she was singing “Peggy Sue.”

“What are you doing, Nan?”

“I was on my way to pick up Alice and I remembered she has cheer practice after school.” said Esther, smiling. “So I decided I would just listen to the radio a bit before I go.”

Relieved that her grandmother had not wandered off, and had not tried taking the car for a drive, Jennifer reminded herself that the keys to the car must be kept in a more secure spot.

“Let’s wait for Alice in the house, Nan. It’s nearly supper time and the table needs napkins. Will you help me with that?”

“Oh, yes. I’ll help with supper. Can Alice come over to eat with us when she’s done with practice?”

Helping Nan out of the car, Jennifer replied, “Of course she can.”

Unconditional Love

UNCONDITIONAL LOVE

I’ve not seen
the color of your eyes…
I imagine them as pools of blue.

I’ve not heard
the sound of your laughter…
as delightful as a babbling brook.

I’ve not felt
the softness of your skin…
the unblemished flesh of a newborn.

I’ll not know
the natural beauty
of seeing my own for the first time.

2012-03-21
P. Wanken

Written for Poetic Bloomings “In-Form” Poet Prompt: Parallelogram de Crystalline. Read the prompt for an explanation as well as other examples of the form.