she had an imaginative mind
sometimes it took her places she didnt
want to go but she went anyway
which isnt to say that she couldnt
turn her mind away set off in another
direction
if telling stories to entertain her
little sisters and brothers hadnt fallen to her
maybe she would have struggled
if any one of the used
stationwagons her father bought to tow the family around had workable radios in
them
maybe she would have struggled
she had an inkling her father
used the broken radios as leverage to drive down the price
with every broken car radio
with every weekend visit across state lines
with every late departure
returning home
Dad caffeinated
shots and beers suppressed
she became the radio the entertainment
the kids piled into the wagon and
snuggled up together
Mom and Dad sat in the dark on
the benchseat her mother would slide
over and rest her head on her fathers shoulder
maybe thats what they looked like
when they were dating when he took her home or they watched a Drive-In movie
no sooner had the car pulled onto
the road off the crushed stone drive her father would say
Whadayasay, Millie? Tell us
a story? like
clockwork
What would you like to hear? A
nice story, a scary one; a love story?
Millie loved to tell stories impossible stories
her characters
were always animals
she loved love stories
when she was older high school later in college she solicited love letters for five
dollars apiece for stupid boys who spuriously had jeopardised their
relationships
with their particulars known she
crafted them and the boys rewrote in their own hand
she wrote them their love story
and sometimes the boy reading itreading it to make sure he could read
her handwriting broke into tears
that was her favourite part
she liked to make boys cry
2042, Sunday,
23 2. 20
1104, Saturday,
29 8. 20
10cc I’m
Not in Love https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PC2HkP5gR2g
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