Shooting Bottle Caps

Shooting bottle caps, ring finger off thumb. And a little cake - the two breaks in half, fixed with melting wax and lighter. Light years of 22 in impromptu breakfast party then the boy is parting for Tennessee, to see to making a few bucks. Toodeloos to Mom, Dad, Aunts, Uncles, a random cousin and a visitor. Who can refuse to fuse together; never knowing when this grouping will reoccur? Always a little drama, a smile, too many hugs (we huddle). Call me. I come. Gather the troops as todays don’t come around again, only the memories; and they fail to capture the whole snapshot - bottle caps bouncing off familial walls.