Don’t go yet, I said,
because the car keys are lost.
Where are you supposed to go without them?
And I’m not done yet and I prefer you don’t you walk out on nights.
What are you going to do, walk home?
What then? Then they’ll know our story
isn’t a story at all
and that our timeless American adolescence
is over.
I remember being so proud.
And you would just shake your head.
You’ve no right to be the peacock of the bunch, you’d say.
Happy Birthday, sunshine!
Defiant.
Well done Tim. Really nice piece.
isnt it magical to just stumble on something like this at the time when you need it the most?
loved this.fictional or not.
have a good day.