At my first funeral
I sat in the car with my brother while my parents took turns going to the visitation. During dad’s stint in the car he told Mike and me stories from old monster movies-- He leaned over the front bench seat extending his arms straight out like Frankenstein and the Mummy, then his hands became sharp claws for the Wolfman. Mike and I looked out of the rain shrouded windshield of the car. Flickering street lights cast shadows over the Old Mercury, our breaths condensed on the back window. We shrank from strange shapes rustling under wind-warped trees, and we pleaded with dad, “Don't leave us alone in the car.” |
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