It was hot in the black monte Carlo, they had stopped to fill up on gas in Erwin, Tennessee. The April sun shone in through the windshield, Waylon took his shirt off and placed it on the dashboard to keep it from cracking, he had a black bandana tied around his head and blue jean cut offs on with his Birkenstock sandals she had bought him at Belk. The dog was panting in the back. Waylon took the top off his drink and handed it back to Lucky, the white bulldog lapped up the cold tea and laid back down in the back seat. Waylon put the lid back on the drink and threw it out of the window into the open trash can at the gas pump. He reached up and pulled the sun visor down and looked at the polaroid he had stuck on the inside beside the mirror. He grinned at the pretty blonde girl. Although, she wasn’t smiling in the photo, he knew how her face lit up when she was happy and he and imagined he was making her laugh. The driver’s door opened and a guy in a tie dye tshirt with his red hair in a long ponytail got in and threw a pack of spirits in the black box and a Dr Enuf in his lap “That’s cold, man” he grabbed the drink off his balls and flipped off his friend muttering ‘fucker’.
This made me feel so much!! I laughed a ton, cried, and it made me miss my Grams and Beagle Allie so much! I thought about this all day yesterday after reading... Yum. Thank you :)
This made me feel so much!! I laughed a ton, cried, and it made me miss my Grams and Beagle Allie so much! I thought about this all day yesterday after reading... Yum. Thank you :)