August 30th, 2008

Boys toys

Day Twenty-Two of 41 Days of Metallicar ...

I didn't have a clue what I was going to write today; I just opened Word and started typing. I guess I've got John on the brain ... so here's my contribution to day 22 of the 41 Days of Metallicar celebration, a lonely father moment.

He opened the trunk on a sudden flashback fully as powerful as his occasional unexpected, disturbingly vivid memories of ‘Nam. In place of the haphazard clutter of weapons, duffels, and tools, he saw one spade, shotgun, rifle, handgun, and knife in one corner of the trunk. The rest of the space was filled with bags of books, clothes, and groceries, and two things he hadn’t seen in years: a small box of secondhand toys, and a box of Pampers.
He blinked, and the trunk was back to normal.
As normal as it could be, anyway, now that Sam was gone.

I've always believed that John regretted the things he said in that bitter fight with his youngest son ...