He sprawled in the driveway, this sound effects king, scraping the gravel from the hard-packed clay. He growled as he manned his slab-of-bark plows; he barked instructions as foreman. And when he’d carved a perfect orange ring in the earth, he rolled out the General Lee.
And a master of mimicry this little boy was – all screeching brakes and glass-packed mufflers – as Bo and Luke executed their perfect slow-motion jumps.
Inside the house his mother sprawled under a rattling air conditioner, lost in her soap operas. The boy’s father kissed his wife’s cheek as he supplied the drink, and she never questioned the time he spent alone in his daughter’s bedroom.
a future lost
frozen in rust lines
Carpe Diem Time Glass #32
Dukes of Hazzard
Everyone knew … but no one could help. Phone call after phone call after phone call … but nothing could be proven … so nothing could be done. ◊