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Slinky Highway Time
I woke in the backseat ‘cause sleeping is what I did - - I hid when we had a many state, family vacation ride. Daddy said that this time, we would drive straight thru five. Mama’s hair back was smashed headrest flat cause Sis pressed against her and they were sleeping like that. Brother was pressing his back window with his face, his nose smearing glass, his amusement surely in place. Dad was focused on a radio baseball game. Seeing all was good, I found my travel toy case for safe car play. In no time, pretending took me away. Soon, noise-crazy frightening, sound attacked and blurred. “WHAT IN THE WORLD!” was Dad’s first reaction heard. Many horns HONKED with urge, then cars CRASHED, SWERVED, two BANG converged, others went BOOM, BUMP up a curb. Sirens blared, well-lit, brakes were hit, Dad cussed a fit, Mama and sis stirred. Mama murmured something like ‘absurd’, While Dad let loose the worst of his really bad, ugly words. Quickly, I let go of the toy I was holding out my window. Who knew Slinky's at eighty miles per hour weren’t simple? Then, without uttering a single concern, I faked sleep as though I’d never emerged. For hours my parents could be heard wondering what had caused traffic to be so disturbed and thanking God our family wasn’t hurt. ... CayCay March 8, 2017
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