You picked me up in the Cadillac, top down, tail-fins a swathe of candy-blue above bright brake lights. I dressed for the occasion, petticoats swirling as I hurried out the door, taste of freedom on my tongue. You revved the engine, and we zipped through town, so fast the the ribbon blew out of my hair.
At the Drive-In, you bought popcorn; cola in glass bottles. We settled down beneath the screen’s glow. The movie didn’t matter. I was too busy enjoying the company.
Then the sound of my phone buzzing woke me. Still 2020. Still lockdown.
At the Drive-In, you bought popcorn; cola in glass bottles. We settled down beneath the screen’s glow. The movie didn’t matter. I was too busy enjoying the company.
Then the sound of my phone buzzing woke me. Still 2020. Still lockdown.
