I think of him sometimes, late at night when the world falls silent.
The day he turned up in his new yellow soft top sporting a leather jacket, and the after effects of just for men. His grin stretched from ear to ear as he informed me of his lottery win, and sudden acknowledgement of our ‘relationship issues’.
I’m sure you thought that young Stacey would help you work those through…
You got your fame though, when they pulled your car from the riverbed, they said you should have paid a mechanic to check the new car, that the brakes had failed, they were sorry.
I was sorry too.
Sorry that I didn’t heed your brother’s warnings sooner.
Still the money will come in handy as we take the around the world trip in your memory.
And you are still in my memory, I do think of you sometimes.
The car etched in memory, like a canary, being pulled underwater bobbing for a second and taking its last frantic gasp of air.
The smell of brake fluid still lingers.
My contribution for Darkside Thursday