he walked up a long hill beside a
line of whiny electric cars containing an adulthe assumed the parent and usually one child
that child their issue into the
future their indelible stamp of having
existed for if not for them then no child
the line of cars moved slower
than he walked
they were making a right into the elementary school where a crossing guard was managing traffic in both
directions and children crossing the parking lot apron
he made a habit of picking out
one car several carsforty metres ahead
he catches it passes it and sometimes watches it turning into the lot after
hes dropped off his grandkids and is walking home
his displeasure with the lined up
cars was nicely alleviated by an old bastard in a rusty V-8 GROWLING up on their
rearsthreatening to be a bug up their ass its GRRRowl emasculating the electric carsexascerbating their detached thoughapparent agony a proud stud striding among
tepid geldings
his daughter knowingly once
teased him Yaknow, Dadu, the next car
you buy you probably won’t have to drive; it’ll drive itself.
he smiled amused
then asked her Wha next car
0748, Twosday,
11 2. 20
1449, Saturday,
8 8. 20
