Drunken Dine and Dash
They met on the park bench
where Harwood meets Jervis
7 summer dressed people
stood expectantly nervous
they walked down the hill
this party so merry
watched the sunset spill
rode granville island ferry
too much wine
a pub called Bridges
quick dash and dine
those well dressed bitches
Untitled
Micro Story
by Angel Edwards
I loved our vacations in the airstream
where the six of us were close together. I thought it was splendid at night
everyone within arms reach and almost in their own little compartment
I loved the morning sounds of my parents
and my older sister preparing the breakfast for us. The trailer had special
dishes they were pastel coloured pink, blue, yellow and green.
There was a small stove and my mother
prepared fine meals for us in keeping with the time. There was also a small
fridge and a little bathroom with a sink and a toilet.
We would stop at campgrounds overnight and
take showers.
When we were on the road we would stop at
restaurants frequently and we all thought this was great fun too
The little Barbie doll kind of airstream
trailer where everything is perfect and
so tiny; capable of magically turning into many different rooms at the flip of
a board closing the cupboard. I found it all fascinating.
There was storage space under the bunkbed
where we kept clothes and bedding.
My two sisters and my little brother and
myself loved these long summer road trips usually to Saskatchewan to visit our
grandparents
It was a time of family bonding and we all
got along pretty well
I don't suppose anyone was more fascinated
or in love with this trailer than my brother who as a young teenager( when my
parents wanted to sell the trailer) he told
many white lies about the condition of the trailer and scared off
potential customers.
The airstream remained in the family for a
few more years. it was sold eventually once the children had all moved out on
their own.
The parents had no need for the trailer as road
travel no longer interested them.
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