We do for others because we don't know how to do for ourselves. We do for others because we feel it is the only way to make up for the damage we feel our craziness is doing to society. We do for others because it makes us feel good when nothing else in the whole world does, not even pills. We stay quiet and sit in the corner because others seem so much more needy. We require so little, you and I. A fact which does not sit well with others who would label us as too much to handle. When in truth, all those such as us really need is a bit of understanding, a bit of reciprocation, maybe a touch on the cheek once in a while and a sly wink. The rest of the world is needy. I'd rather be crazy. ~~Aimee

Tuesday, 29 March 2011

Silver Gray Impala

The gravel flew as he pulled into the driveway. I had been playing in the backyard. As soon as I heard the car door slam, I ran to the front. The bright red hood confirmed my suspicions. It was Gramps. I don't really remember the day it happened. I have heard the story at least 1000  times if not more. I have some fuzzy memories of a man standing with the axe raised over his head, but that is about it.

Gramps use to be an alcoholic. He was a mean drunk too. You did not want to be in his way whenever he had a few too many. That is why the hood of the car is red. When I was 9, I finally got the courage to ask him "Why didn't he change it to match the rest of the car"?

"So I don't forget, that's why", was his reply.

At 6, I didn't know about AA. I didn't know that 12 steps was a "program" and not a new hop scotch game, but I knew what that red hood on the silver gray impala meant. It meant Gramps didn't get mean anymore. Didn't get drunk. Didn't shout. It might not have been conventional, but it worked.

Every now and then I would see him walk out to the car and run his hand over the hood.52 whacks. Lizzie Borden would have been proud. He had whacked the hood of his most prized possession 52 times with an axe and didn't remember a damn thing. He may not have remembered it, but the car did. That is why its hood is red. A constant reminder that maybe next time it won't be the car. Next time it might be a little 6 year old girl playing hop scotch on the front porch.


This is for the writing prompt at Studio 30+. The prompt was RED.

5 comments:

Aimee said...

I had a hole in my bedroom wall when I was a kid. I refused to let my mother patch it up with that gunky white stuff I can't remember the name for, but is sitting in a container in my garage right now. It was the perfect size of my fist. Because that's what I used to make it. I thought it would help me not black out anymore. The blacking out part was the worst. How can you feel bad about something you can't remember? But you know you're supposed to feel bad, because you hurt people, and you see their hurt, and you can't fix it. So you just stare at that hole in the wall and wish you could climb through it. Gramps probably wished he could disappear into that car, too. I'm sure of it.

Maasiyat said...

I am not so convinced.

BA said...

I did read this and while doing so, again, thought how far I have come, but still needed to go(that's a compliment) I love this blog. I changed my profile pic. I am the same age in both pics, the age I am now. Not yet a grandmother, son is 22, daughter is 9 but I guess I do look old. TTYL

Lance said...

wow, what a memory. You struck me in the gut with this. It's amazing how profound things are to kids. Thanks for letting me read this.

Natasha Tracy said...

Very nice work on a writing prompt. Could use a couple of reworks but nice bones.

- Natasha Tracy

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