Something Read at Creative Writing
In category This Is Where I Pretend I Can Write! on 24 Feb 2007 @ 06:51 am
Feb 25th MMV
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Strange the way the drive to Weston is so magical. One of my favorite times in my life. Ironic, eh? I open the door, sit down. Daddy says there are CDs in the glove compartment, the doors, the arm rests, in the back. You can listen to whatever you like. We've gone through this a million times. I've been going up to Weston for the past three years. Every time it's the same.
There's something about the drive up that makes the music sound so much better. A neverending highway to heaven. The music blasts, wind roaring in my hair, tangling it into snarls I'll have to come out later, spreading a thin layer of ice over my bones like jam on toast. Icy wind that burns my should and send fire leaping into my eyes until they glitter as gold. But there is something more magical than this truck metamorphosizing into an ebon charger with its burning city lights for eyes.
It's in the way the music I pick for the ride up is just right. Always perfect. Matching my mod and his, our souls woven into the music despite not having been in touch for days. Days that seemingly evolve into eons in his minds eyes. A parent's love for his child. Can I fault him?
I can't help but love him.
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Strange the way the drive to Weston is so magical. One of my favorite times in my life. Ironic, eh? I open the door, sit down. Daddy says there are CDs in the glove compartment, the doors, the arm rests, in the back. You can listen to whatever you like. We've gone through this a million times. I've been going up to Weston for the past three years. Every time it's the same.
There's something about the drive up that makes the music sound so much better. A neverending highway to heaven. The music blasts, wind roaring in my hair, tangling it into snarls I'll have to come out later, spreading a thin layer of ice over my bones like jam on toast. Icy wind that burns my should and send fire leaping into my eyes until they glitter as gold. But there is something more magical than this truck metamorphosizing into an ebon charger with its burning city lights for eyes.
It's in the way the music I pick for the ride up is just right. Always perfect. Matching my mod and his, our souls woven into the music despite not having been in touch for days. Days that seemingly evolve into eons in his minds eyes. A parent's love for his child. Can I fault him?
I can't help but love him.
