This was the day I’d
always dreamed of, since that first afternoon I saw those spycams on their
spindly rods posing over our traffic signals. Only a few appeared at first but
as time moved on, they began to multiply like fleas at every traffic stop. I
fumed every day, even sped past those electronic signposts screaming “Speed
limit exceeded”, just to be contrary. Maybe it was cowardice not acting on our
frustrations sooner, but the generations pass, new voices arise with the balls
of the young, and I was proud to be invited to stand with my grandson as we
tossed a tow cable around the spycam’s neck and yanked hard.
[New short short story. Enjoy. ]
No comments:
Post a Comment