Without letting go!
|(Word Count 300)
The trembling glass and coldness slowly wake me. I lift my face off the passenger window. I see her in the darkness, her face lit by dashboard lights, her eyes equally steady and shifting on the road ahead.
“Where are we?” I ask.
“Almost out of Montana.” she says, sort of monotone.
“We should stop for gas.”
“Already have. There’s a sandwich and a soda in that bag.” Her tone hasn’t changed.
“Want me to drive for a while?”
Across three states and she’s still mad at me. Maybe I shouldn’t have insisted I coming? Maybe she shouldn’t have given in so easily?
I rummage in the sack and pull out the sandwich. The 1999 Honda Civic is crammed with cardboard boxes, plastic bags, and her guitar case. Everything she owns.
“Well, at this rate we’ll be there before the office opens.” I say as I inspect the sandwich.
“That’s just how it will be then.” Yep, she’s still mad at me.
She wanted a fresh start. To make her own way without the attachments and limitations of her past. And, like it or not, I was one of those attachments. But, I couldn’t just let her go. Not like this, driving cross-country, a stranger in a strange city. I just couldn’t. Maybe she didn’t need me? Maybe she didn’t want me? Tough!
As the sun rises behind us, we see the Seattle skyline as we race down highway 90. “Look, the Space Needle.” She points and nearly takes off my nose.
Later, leaning against the car in front the realtor’s office. She bumps my shoulder, “Thanks for coming, Dad.”
“When you remember the beginning of this wonderful life, you’ll remember I was here.” I pull her to me and kiss her forehead.