“Look at them children, running around.”, He said moving his hand on the window from left to right.
A tender young woman walked over to him, “Dad?”
The man turned and looked at his daughter briefly, wrinkled his forehead and squinted his eyes, “They’re so fast. Like lightning. See how fast they run? Like cheetahs.”, He said tracing the reflections on the glass with his index finger.
“Sure dad.”, She said.
They were standing on the schoolyard he played on as a kid.
He was standing in the bushes right next to the window of the classroom.
As a final wish, he wanted to have on last journey, pass by all the places he had made fond memories as a kid.
His daughter agreed to watch him, “Dad, they’re going to think your a pervert. We should go.”, She said while pulling on his coat.
“What if.”, He muttered as he pressed his face up against the glass window.
“What if, they somehow shrunk down to the size of a watermelon, and climbed up my spine and started to dislocate each of my vertebras? Until I collapse like a lifeless sack of bones.”
She sighed at his paranoia kicking in again, “Dad, that’s ludicrous”
“Just kidding.” He interrupted.
They both smiled and walked back to the car.
He stopped and started yelling, “The bird-people! They have come to get me, quickly run!”
The running came to a hold when he passed by the alley he had his first kiss with a girl with braces and ponytails.
“Here is when I exchange my first mouthful of saliva with a stranger. After that I got really ill and we all know what happened after that.”, He said exhausted from running the short bit.
“I was born.”, His daughter returned.
They started to walk back to the car and with each step he took he dislocated one of the brick tiles from the sidewalk.
“What makes you think that?” He said while he walked behind her.
She ignored him and from a distance unlocked the car doors.
They got in and she sticked the key in the ignition, and was ready to turn it, “Where to now?”
“Oh, I know this great place nearby where I first made contact with the other side.”, Her father explained while he was trying to figure out how to buckle his seatbelt.
She helped him and asked, “The other side?” and began to drive to their next destination.
“Haven’t you been paying any attention to what I’v been telling you? This is my life we’re talking about! You should be writing this stuff down. Write me a memoir.” He yelled.
He went on and she seemed to listen anymore, “My old neighbors, I’m sure they still live there. Their not from around here you know. Mexicans I think, or Martians, do you think they have Mexican Martians on the moon?”
She stops on the side of the road leading back to the retirement home, “Dad, I’m going to take you back.”
“And they don’t wear any underwear! Can you believe that!” he yelled into the air vent in the dashboard.
A tender young woman walked over to him, “Dad?”
The man turned and looked at his daughter briefly, wrinkled his forehead and squinted his eyes, “They’re so fast. Like lightning. See how fast they run? Like cheetahs.”, He said tracing the reflections on the glass with his index finger.
“Sure dad.”, She said.
They were standing on the schoolyard he played on as a kid.
He was standing in the bushes right next to the window of the classroom.
As a final wish, he wanted to have on last journey, pass by all the places he had made fond memories as a kid.
His daughter agreed to watch him, “Dad, they’re going to think your a pervert. We should go.”, She said while pulling on his coat.
“What if.”, He muttered as he pressed his face up against the glass window.
“What if, they somehow shrunk down to the size of a watermelon, and climbed up my spine and started to dislocate each of my vertebras? Until I collapse like a lifeless sack of bones.”
She sighed at his paranoia kicking in again, “Dad, that’s ludicrous”
“Just kidding.” He interrupted.
They both smiled and walked back to the car.
He stopped and started yelling, “The bird-people! They have come to get me, quickly run!”
The running came to a hold when he passed by the alley he had his first kiss with a girl with braces and ponytails.
“Here is when I exchange my first mouthful of saliva with a stranger. After that I got really ill and we all know what happened after that.”, He said exhausted from running the short bit.
“I was born.”, His daughter returned.
They started to walk back to the car and with each step he took he dislocated one of the brick tiles from the sidewalk.
“What makes you think that?” He said while he walked behind her.
She ignored him and from a distance unlocked the car doors.
They got in and she sticked the key in the ignition, and was ready to turn it, “Where to now?”
“Oh, I know this great place nearby where I first made contact with the other side.”, Her father explained while he was trying to figure out how to buckle his seatbelt.
She helped him and asked, “The other side?” and began to drive to their next destination.
“Haven’t you been paying any attention to what I’v been telling you? This is my life we’re talking about! You should be writing this stuff down. Write me a memoir.” He yelled.
He went on and she seemed to listen anymore, “My old neighbors, I’m sure they still live there. Their not from around here you know. Mexicans I think, or Martians, do you think they have Mexican Martians on the moon?”
She stops on the side of the road leading back to the retirement home, “Dad, I’m going to take you back.”
“And they don’t wear any underwear! Can you believe that!” he yelled into the air vent in the dashboard.





