She ran in the door tears in her eyes. “Richard, I wrecked the car.”
Eyes widened, anger ensuing, “Was anyone hurt?”
Hands came up to cover her mouth more tears rushed down her
face, “No, I’m really sorry.”
He turned to his daughter, “Come on Susan we’ve got to get
you to practice.”
Richard and Susan walked out the door to see their family
van glaring with destruction.
Fearing his reaction, Susan looked up at her dad. He took one long look at the gold van and
said, “F***, why do I buy her anything?”
Susan will always remember that ride to softball practice as
long, quiet and uncomfortable.
This post was inspired by Write on Edge. The
prompt: Your word is CRASH. Take the next ten minutes to write
about the first single memory that word calls up. Focus on the emotions and the
experience; spend ten minutes really exploring that memory.