Written for OLWG# 366
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Peter took a final hit off his Lucky Strike. He flipped the butt out the window and parked the long white Cadillac on the sidewalk. He killed the engine, watched and listened as it smoked and backfired. He waited as the hot engine and open throttle facilitated a bit of dieseling. When the engine finally stopped, he grabbed the phone from his pocket and dialed the number he had been given.
Inside the house, Michael Harriman’s phone rang. He pressed a button and held the phone up to his ear, “Yeah, this is Micky,” he said.
He listened for a while and finally said, “Oh? Well, I suppose you would know. OK, I’ll be right out.” He pressed another button, slid the instrument back into his jacket pocket, reached for the old-fashioned glass on the coffee table, and finished the whisky it contained. He dragged his forearm across his mouth and stood.
“I gotta go guys. My ride’s here.”
Carla stood up and gave him a big hug, “I’ll miss you,” she said simply and then stepped away.
The kids were all next, and each said their goodbyes. The youngest boy, Knox, whispered in his father’s ear, “Can I have your bike, Dad?”
“The Sportster?”
The boy, Knox, nodded his head and bit his lower lip.”
“Sure, I won’t have any use for it.” He mussed the boy’s hair and pushed him gently away. He turned and walked out the door without looking back.
Saint Peter got out and opened the rear door for his passenger. Micky slid into the back seat. Peter shut the rear door and got back in behind the wheel. He picked up the packet of Lucky’s and shook one out to offer Micky.
“No thanks, I gave ‘em up. I could use a drink, though.” Peter leaned over and opened the glove box. He retrieved a flask and handed it over.
“Is there whisky in heaven?”
“There is,” Peter replied. “There’s whisky, fatty foods, cigarettes, and members of the opposite sex. Even members of the same sex, if that’s what you’re into.”
“What about Carla?”
“She’s got a lot of life scheduled yet. Cross that bridge when you see her again. I think she’ll be OK with whatever you decide. Buckle up now.” He started the Caddie up again and revved the engine.
The heat shimmered off the asphalt.
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This week’s prompts were:
- times I can’t remember
- my ride’s here
- Camino de la Luna