by michelle w. on February 5, 2014
Photographers, artists, poets: show us RED.
Show me red you say? Here is red, in flower, cars, trucks and the leaves of autumn. Barns and carousels, cranberries and peppers. Red, redder and oh so red! Scarlet and deeper shades, but ultimately all RED.
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- DP Daily Prompt: Isn’t Your Face Red | Sabethville
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- Daily Prompt – RED – |
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- Superembarrasing! | Edward Hotspur
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- Blushing Scarlet | Alienorajt
We have what I believe is the world’s most interesting car dealership. On Route 16 in nearby Mendon, it began as one dealership. Chrysler. Two more have since been added. There’s also the Miss Mendon diner, a restored Worcester dining car. A coffee shop, gas station, outdoor grill , snack bar and gift shop. And much more.
And art. Pop art. Life-size figures of Elvis, The Blues Brothers. Old gasoline pumps and other car-related stuff. David Ortiz’ torn jersey from the 2013 World Series. A car wash (the only good one in the valley) and a variety of stores and at least one doctor’s office.
It hosts the largest car show in New England … and you can also buy a car while you are there. Or a truck. Personally, I want a truck. We could take everything we own everywhere we go. We would never not have enough trunk space and little buzzy cars would stop bullying us.
In the city, life is happening. Every day, every night. Whatever the season the city is buzzing with people going somewhere, coming from somewhere else. Busy, busy like bees. When do they slow down and sleep?
- Daily Prompt: Ebb and Flow (dailypost.wordpress.com)
- Daily Prompt: A Bend in Time Saves Nine (teepee12.com)
- DP Daily Prompt: Ebb and Flow Post by Ranu (sabethville.wordpress.com)
- Fast Forward >> 3 years later (wannysblog.wordpress.com)
- Ebb and Flow (kate0murray.wordpress.com)
- Daily Prompt: Ebb and Flow (angloswiss-chronicles.com)
- Why was I so afraid? (alienorajt.wordpress.com)
- Three Year Foreshadowing? (sognagrandezza.wordpress.com)
- Daily Prompt: Ebb and Flow (kattermonran.com)
- Daily Prompt: Ebb and Flow #amwriting (ofglassandpaper.com)
“Are we there yet?
“I promise, you’ll know when we’re there.”
“Yes Mommy … but how will I know? Will you tell me? Please?”
“You’ll just know. I’m sure you’ll know. But I’ll tell you too, okay? Now settle down back there.”
I hated the back seat of the car. It made me carsick, swaying like a boat on the high seas. Sometimes I would pretend I was a pirate in a ship. That way, I figured I wouldn’t get so sick, but it didn’t matter. I got sick anyhow.
We were on our way to the World’s Fair in Toronto. Canada. Another country. We’d never been to another country. International travel! Wow! 1958, 11 years old and I was going to another country. Me, my big brother, parents in front in the huge Chrysler Imperial. It looked like it was about to take off for the moon. A behemoth of a car with fins like wings. It had enough trunk space for a multigenerational family and a cord of wood.
Sprung to absorb every bump in the road and make you feel like you were floating. No feel of the road, hence the boat analogy. It was indeed a land cruiser and I tossed my cookies in that back seat with some regularity. It made my older brother less than thrilled to be back there with Barfy, his sister. He liked me usually, but not in the back seat.
“But are we there yet?”
Time seemed to be standing still. When we’d set off on this journey, this endless multi-day journey, it sounded like fun. Until my motion sickness set in. Until the endless roads all began to blend together and look exactly the same.
Giddy with excitement had faded to curiosity and sheer restless energy, the energy of kids confined for days at a time in a lurching motorcar on the way to someplace too vague to be pictured in our minds, but held out to us like the grail.
We had passed now from even curiosity to numb endurance. We’d even stopped squabbling. Time stretched out like a gray, endless road … to someplace.
“Are we there yet?”
- Daily Prompt: A Bend in Time (dailypost.wordpress.com)
- DP Daily Prompt: A Bend in Time Post by Ranu (sabethville.wordpress.com)
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