Let me tell you, child, the story of how your father became your father.
Not the story of how his sperm crashed into my egg, how mad passion made a sweet sticky union that turned two into one and then in a split second became three. That is a good story, too, but this one is better.
We were driving down Highway 1, me at the wheel and him dialing the radio. Windows down, heatwave hitting us hard. Supertramp: Give a Little Bit. He turned it up, lit a cigarette, put it to my lips like he always did, his sweet salty fingers so close I wanted a nibble. When I turned my head slightly and said No he looked almost hurt. Then I said the thing I’d been hiding for two weeks: I’m pregnant. I couldn’t read his face, and the telling of this simple truth was much like the rest of our relationship: unplanned and hot. I saw the slight slump of his shoulders that accompanied his bent head, his black Oriole’s cap shielding his eyes. And then he stubbed out his Camel unfiltered, exhaled long and slow. He took the pack from his Tshirt pocket, turned it over, studied it as if it might reveal some magic wisdom: Run away! Marry her! Find another girl! Then he pulled the remaining cigarettes from the pack, and, one by one, tossed them out the window. Turned Supertramp louder, cupped his hand round my sweaty neck, and grinned.
7 responses to “Bedtime Story by Michelle Elvy”
wow, sensual, wo|manly, and all wrapped in a bed time story cloth. what a moment there. deeply felt and deeply told.
There’s a rock-n-roll mythos to this that goes beyond the Supertramp. (& before i forget: a thousand curses for putting that in my head. ) It reads like a Bruce Springsteen or Bon Jovi song, but Springsteen or Bon Jovi would be a bad choice here — way too obvious. Something like ST is right for this. Hard to pick those proper names.
I was born in PG County, Maryland a long time ago, see
And now I’m lucky enough to be here with you
Yeah, but what happened in between?
Yeah, what else happened?
Well, it went pretty much like this:
Great dialogue here, though I don’t think I’d be talking to my son about how his father’s sperm crashed into me. hehe
I thought as I read that the father would be disappointed,but the grin at the end was worth the wait. Wonderful.
Perfetto. So many swerves here, culminating in how a father became a man. I hope they took the long way home. Peace…
This couple, the heat, car, land outside, pungent smells, everything here is so ripe. Esp her belly. Great flash!
Thanks for all your wonderful comments on this story! And for Grandmaster Flash, Guy!
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