Summer 1957, by James A. Tweedie
Hot day; humid, swelterin’ day in Manhattan. Me and the other kids oozin’ sweat like we was wet rags bein’ squeezed by our mammas. “We needs a wrench,” says Joey. “Charles, your daddy’s got a wrench. Go fetch it.” So I run home and grab a plumber’s wrench with jaws big enough to wrap ‘round a hydrant. Joey takes it and unscrews the cap off the fire plug. Twists open the valve and the water blows him clear across the street. Never laughed so hard in my life before or since. Everybody’s laughin’, even Joey. Damn, that water felt good.
28/12/2018 01:25:57 am
You painted a vivd scene with your language--nice work.
28/12/2018 01:39:14 am
Summer, 1957. I remember it well. "Them" were the good old days! Nice job, Ricky!
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