Written for Fan Fic Flash Fic (wk32)
Prompt: "Travel brings power and love back into your life." ― Rumi
Place: 3rd ~ Honorable Mention
Carpool
I'm a rock star when I drive.
Blue skies and green lights; Adele has nothing on me.
Always four miles over the limit.
Always ten and two, and alt-rock that rattles the windshield.
Freedom is riot-loud, rebellious, and covered in parental advisory stickers.
I'm a rapper, throwing gang signs never seen in this suburban, cookie-cutter town—or in the slums of Harlem for that matter.
When grandma cuts me off, I make a different gesture with my hand, but I keep it behind the dashboard, 'cause that shit ain't proper or ladylike.
Two more miles, and I'm there.
Windows are up, radio is down. I crawl to a stop in front of the building.
And there she is.
Ponytail, and polka-dot lunchbox, and a backpack that's as big as she is.
Pink, pink, happy, and pink.
"Mommy!"
Sticky kisses on my cheek. I blow a raspberry on hers.
I'm a rock star when I drive.
Blue skies and green lights; the itsy-bitsy spider has nothing on me.
Always under the limit.
Always ten and two, and a quiet smile in my rearview mirror.
Love is a worn-out Wiggles CD.