I miss you, especially at the craziest moments.
Like I’ll be driving along and picture you there: side-seat driving while telling ridiculous stories.
“That’s where the woman was brutally attacked by a pack of rabid koalas*.”
(What??? Where??? What???)
And then, “Hey! You missed your turn.”
I’ll laugh, rub the tears from my eyes, signal to make the u-turn.
Wish you were here, (so I could tell you how annoyed I am with you right now.)
Thanks Rochelle and Bill for this week’s prompt.
This picture reminded me of my dad and three of his most distinctive traits: 1) broken down stuff that he definitely planned to “fix one day,” 2) long, rambling stories you knew he was just looking for a reason to tell, and 3) the infamous “scenic route” detour with narrative asides that sometimes turned out to be true about this or that corner where the Crazy Thing Happened.
*No actual koalas were harmed in the writing of this story.
15 thoughts on “FF: Along for the Ride”
Your dad sounds like he was quite the card. It’s the little moments that are everything. Nicely done, Anne.
My dad WAS such a card. LOL. Oh man. I sometimes wonder if heaven if knows what to do with a guy like that, you know?
Yep, you miss them when they are gone, but so annoying when they where around. Great picture of the koala.
Love the contradiction of the last line. Fictional people so rarely have contradictions
Isn’t it funny how those things that irritate us about someone are what we miss the most when they’re gone? Good story. Lots of tenderness between the lines. Good job.
Oh man, Anne… you just brought me back to my husband and me. He used to tell all sorts of stories as we drove…
This was beautifully done.
So often we recall things that once annoyed us with affection. Nice one Anne.
That’s great. Wonderfully told.
Lovely little snippet, I could picture the scene and the smiles.
Wonderful story. I felt like I was in the truck with you.
Gorgeous. That’s just how it feels – at the most unexpected moments you’re struck with a memory and it’ll bring you undone.
That is such a beautiful memory of someone loved and lost. Wish you were here to annoy me… perfect.
I love this story. The crazy koala story, the longing to be able to tell him how annoying he was. Love distilled into 100 words.
A lovely memory. It’s strange how annoyances can become cherished memories. But surely not rabid koalas 😮