The good trade

[michael brooks]

No longer would I be in a position to pity those stuck in sedate and sensible sedans and minivans.

 

"It's just a truck," I tell myself, running a hand along the A-pillar onto the deep blue pearl of the hood and off the rugged plastic fenders.  I'm lost remembering frequent trips to nowhere only to feel the comforting night air swirl and tunnel its way through the cabin.  Memories of carefree times and her chestnut brown hair swimming in the breeze as we cruised along with the doors removed and canvas top folded and nothing to do but love each other madly in the late afternoon sun.  

 

I settle into my new-used wagon and check the mirror to see little hands and little feet and and big smiles coming from the well-strapped safety seat.

 

It was a good trade.

 

[bolton carley]

this is sweet.  i love the way you told it, and the sentiment behind it.  and i could feel the days of ease as you remembered them.  well done.

[Angela]

One's car makes such a statement, and you captured this emotion so well.  I do hope, however, that you drive alone with her and roll down the windows.  Not exactly the same, but a decent reminder.  Her hair will still swim.

[Brittany]

mighty fine trade :) sentence 4 is sweet and sentimental. I am with Teresa on your voice.

[jkdavies]

I like "frequent trips to nowhere"

[Teresa]

I really like your voice.  Well done.

[Gita]

I know this to be true because I have friends who sorrowfully traded in their "hell-yeah" cars for sedation. I mean sedateness. In fact, I lucked into my current pretty fabulous car for that very reason.  Nice piece.