In Her Car

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About a seventeen year old girl killing time at the Drive-In...

Submitted: January 06, 2018

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“In Her Car”

 

She sat in

her car

back row

last spot on

the end

her left arm

limply hanging

out of her

driver’s door

window

a cigarette

loosely held

in her fingers,

she didn’t really

watch the movies

at the Drive-In

it was more

of a place

just to get

away

she thought of

it

as renting space

better than

hanging out at

the mall,

she turned up

her car stereo

not full volume

just enough

to drown out

the noise

from all the

other speaker

boxes

echoing across

the lot,

it was a

Wednesday night

and she just

didn’t want to

be at home

tonight

her bedroom

has ceased to be

a sanctuary

for her

from the constant

bombardment

of questions

her parents

seem to volley

at her

ever since she

turned fifteen

she’s seventeen

now

and the questions

are getting even

more intrusive,

she looks towards

the snack bar

in the center

of the lot

follows the

streaming light

from the projector

all the way

to the giant

screen

the target of

the projector’s

aim,

she brings the

cigarette

to her lips

wetting them

with her tongue

before taking

a long slow

relaxed drag

bringing her arm

back down

and tapping the

end

of the cigarette

on her side view

mirror

till the ash

drops away

she then lets

her arm fall

back into its

limply hanging

pose

her cigarette

so lightly grasped

it looks like

its on the

verge

of slipping from

her fingers

at any moment,

her phone

lights up in

the passenger

seat

she can see

it’s a text

from her mom

just more

questions

she doesn’t want

to answer

she turns her

stereo up

even more

trying to cover

up

her nagging phone

with sound

as she watches

the colors

on the screen

mix and transform

themselves

her mind

not really working

on

making them into

objects or shapes

she’s happy to

just let them

dance across the

screen

looking like globs

of Fruity Pebbles

which after a

few minutes

has her mind

drifting towards

food

and whether or

not

the snack bar

has cereal,

the lights of

a car

leaving early

flash across the

inside

of her car

she starts to

look in her

rear view mirror

to see if she

recognizes

the car

then she hears

its stereo blasting

country music

and figures its

no one she would

know

her eyes linger

in the rear view

she tilts it

towards herself

looking at her

face fondly

“I’ve got really”

“sexy eyes”

she says

turning to the

passenger seat

as if she had

a friend sitting

there with

her

she returns the

mirror

to its normal

resting position

her left arm

still hanging from

her window

she finally

just lets the

cigarette drop

and brings in

her arm

and pulls the

lever

to recline her

seat

going

all the way

back

till she’s staring

at the roof

of her car

she closes her

eyes

listening to the

mixture of music

and movie

soundtrack

that’s hanging

in the air

then she reaches

for her phone

reads her moms

last three

texts

asking her when

she’s coming

home

she hides behind

a small lie

just to cut

down

the number of

nighttime

interrogation

questions

when she does

get home

“still at work”

she types in,

she lays there

staring into

the black fabric

of her car’s

upholstery

when her mom

replies right back

“ok, I just worry”

she shakes her

head

at the typical

mom comment

she’s guessing

her mom is

23% worried

30% just doing

standard mom

protocol

47% trying to

make her feel

guilty

“do we have milk?”

she sends off

she gets a

quick

one word answer

of “YES”

“I’m on my way”

she snaps her

chair

back up

with a renewed

motivation

removes the

speaker

from the passenger

side window

starts the car

turns the stereo

all the way up

leaves the windows

down

and her headlights

off

as she makes

for the rear

exit

and as her

front tires

roll over the

one-way spikes

on her way

out

she thinks

“I should have asked”

“if we still got”

“any Fruity Pebbles left”

she turns on

her headlights

as her rear

tires

roll over the

spikes

and she thinks

of nothing else

but Fruity Pebbles

all the way

home…

 

Tom Allen…12-25-2017…

 

 

 

 

 

 


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