Familiar is safe

           He
started the car and pushed in the cassette. Journey played as we drove. When he
parked the car, I laughed out loud.

            “What’s so funny?”

            “I don’t know. It’s like familiar is safe. Don’t take me to a bar.
Take me to the park. It just seems funny.”

            We were at the park by my old elementary
school. I took off my heels and stepped out of the car, feeling the slightly
damp grass on my bare feet. When I stepped in the sand, it stuck to my feet,
bringing back memories of the beach. I ran to the swings like a kid trying to
get the last one. He followed me, his hands in his pockets, and then he stopped
at the edge of the grass, watching me. I pumped my bare legs back and forth and
started to swing.

            “Take off your shoes and join me.”





Boy in a Band--a novel                        Lisa Loomis                               On Amazon Kindle and paperback