Waiting for the Windshield on the Freeway

brick

 

Waiting for the Windshield on the Freeway

Take velocity into account, figure height and distance,
add trajectory plus time, then let her rip. Billy likes solid
paving stones, while I prefer hollow cinder blocks. Karen
chooses traditional red bricks, as she lacks the upper body
strength to throw anything heavier. What she’s missing in
muscle, she makes up with accuracy – one bull’s-eye last
month, with three kills to her credit. Imagine driving down
the highway, singing along with Toby Keith when wham,
a brick spiderwebs your windshield and without thinking you
mash down the brakes and the idiot tailgating you crunches
your rear end, launching you off the road and into the muddy
ditch, while another obliviot crashes into him – Karen’s work.
The only time I’ve seen her smile. Billy says she’s meaner
than me and the old man put together, which is quite the
compliment. We don’t see each other often, but Daddy’s
up for parole in a few months, and if his lying has improved,
well, who knows. Billy’s aim ain’t much – he’s managed
to dent a few roofs and truck beds, and caused a Ford
F-150 to swerve, but that’s about it. Me, I’m hunting the big
game, the 18-wheelers. I got a good feeling about tonight.

 

“Waiting for the Windshield on the Freeway” was drafted during the August 2016 Tupelo Press 30/30 Challenge, and ten days later was featured on Algebra of Owls. Thanks to Leigh Smith for sponsoring the poem and providing the title, and editor Paul Vaughan for choosing this piece. 

22 thoughts on “Waiting for the Windshield on the Freeway

  1. You are such a hot writer. Keep stoking the fire.

    “crunches
    your rear end, launching you off the road and into the muddy”

    “The only time I’ve seen her smile. Billy says she’s meaner”

    “Me, I’m hunting the big
    game, the 18-wheelers. I got a good feeling about tonight.”

    A few of my faves.

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  2. Our area currently has someone throwing objects at cars. I think the number was up to 8 last I saw. Some say it had to be rocks, some say something bigger. Either way, they can’t seem to pin point who it is because they are choosing a different spot all over town each time. Sorry, it made it hard to enjoy the story even though I get it. If it weren’t for that, I could smile at what is obviously cute and creative.

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