The Holiday

Stinking of cigars the gruff man said, “We break down tomorrow kid.” Joey being distressed looses his heart. Extreme belching from hydraulic rams lift and spin amusement rides. Kids laughing, screaming, running to and from, and yet there is no witness. Joey tilts his head toward his shoulder, and inhales a memory, jasmine. “She told me. She promised me! I will never wash this shirt.”

The holiday ended early. Why? Because her dad said so, that’s why. The cars speeding view remained still. There is only one, precious, FIRST kiss. Claire spies a green and black checked shirt, too tall.

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40 thoughts on “The Holiday”

  1. Ah, that first kiss! And how extra exciting, with the backdrop of the fair. As someone else already said, my guess is that a lot of first kisses at the fair never get to the second kiss. Maybe they stay even more magical that way (if tragic, in young love’s eyes).

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