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| Delores from 'thefeatherednest' posted this PhotoPrompt for Monday! |
My daddy got this old car back in ’45 after the War, and it was all black. Black and rusted. Mama stood on the front porch and tap-tap-tapped her foot.
“You ain’t gonna keep that thing, are you, Henry?” She demanded. When Mama talks like that, you know that Daddy don’t stand much of a chance.
Daddy, he could allus think quick, like a cat in mid-pounce. He gave Mama the biggest ol’ smile and said, “Why, no, Peachy!”
That’s what Daddy call Mama, when he in big ol’ trouble. Peachy. Don’t rightly know what that mean, but she softened a bit around the corners.
“Well, what you gonna do with it, then?” Mama took a step down to the grass. She looked over that grand black car like it was covered with burrs and stunk like skunk.
“I been thinkin’ about this, Peachy,” Daddy sauntered up to her, and wrapped his arms around her waist in a soft hug. “I’m athinkin’ that this old black car needs to be painted. Why, we gonna paint it blue like the sky. And when we go drivin’ down the road, people gonna say, ‘Why there goes Miz Burrows in her blue car! Ain’t that sumthin’!”
So that’s what we did. We painted that rusty black car sky blue. Daddy did that for Mama. And she smiled.
