Monday's Word of the Week Response: Pickle
As my first post here, I would be happy to respond to one of the weekly features.
Tense seemed to be a rather simple word when it came to the relationship between Tyler and I. I always felt like he should have tried more being that it was my day and all. It’s almost amusing because it was a day that he provided me with, whether he wanted to believe it or not. Proof of that was belted tightly into the rear-facing receptacle behind us. The rain that pelted the windshield as we drove seemed to aide the setting within the car. Soft snores or the occasional coo from the back seat didn’t seem to break the call and return of static between Tyler and I.
Concentration on what lay ahead was what was needed for me at the time. The rain appeared to be flow onto the car like a sheet in the wind as time progressed. I heard everything that he was saying to me and often had a rather terse reply but none of that seemed to really matter. There was a conversation on a cold level occurring and I felt as though I was a spectator. I watched and listened but ultimately trained my senses towards the outside; still not entirely there.
Returning to our home and the safety of continuity within those walls was all I wanted. I made the turns as I always had. Left at the light, right into the lot that runs behind the store and follow the curves to maneuver to the side street along side. Darkness engulfed us as night had advanced hours before; the rain cleverly masking the concrete I frequently traveled. My body knew where I was going as the car continued on. It needed no direction from me. I approached the stretch of lot that extended like a drive along the side of the building.
Something didn’t seem right. I could feel the vibrations of alarm from within myself. Tyler didn’t seem altered so I continued with a foot on the gas pedal. The road was level but the car began to descend the crest of the flatness I saw before us. I heard pounding from somewhere only to find out it was my heart. Without reduction to the pressure on the accelerator, the car began to slow dramatically. My mind froze. Tyler saw it in me and his gaze met mine.
There was a new sound now. As we peered to the floor, there was water rushing in. I hit the gas pedal harder in hopes to throttle through but that time had come where the engine sputtered and ceased to participate. Being in a pickle was not at all what this could be described as. I turned my head towards the backseat to see my infant, “oh God.”
Tense seemed to be a rather simple word when it came to the relationship between Tyler and I. I always felt like he should have tried more being that it was my day and all. It’s almost amusing because it was a day that he provided me with, whether he wanted to believe it or not. Proof of that was belted tightly into the rear-facing receptacle behind us. The rain that pelted the windshield as we drove seemed to aide the setting within the car. Soft snores or the occasional coo from the back seat didn’t seem to break the call and return of static between Tyler and I.
Concentration on what lay ahead was what was needed for me at the time. The rain appeared to be flow onto the car like a sheet in the wind as time progressed. I heard everything that he was saying to me and often had a rather terse reply but none of that seemed to really matter. There was a conversation on a cold level occurring and I felt as though I was a spectator. I watched and listened but ultimately trained my senses towards the outside; still not entirely there.
Returning to our home and the safety of continuity within those walls was all I wanted. I made the turns as I always had. Left at the light, right into the lot that runs behind the store and follow the curves to maneuver to the side street along side. Darkness engulfed us as night had advanced hours before; the rain cleverly masking the concrete I frequently traveled. My body knew where I was going as the car continued on. It needed no direction from me. I approached the stretch of lot that extended like a drive along the side of the building.
Something didn’t seem right. I could feel the vibrations of alarm from within myself. Tyler didn’t seem altered so I continued with a foot on the gas pedal. The road was level but the car began to descend the crest of the flatness I saw before us. I heard pounding from somewhere only to find out it was my heart. Without reduction to the pressure on the accelerator, the car began to slow dramatically. My mind froze. Tyler saw it in me and his gaze met mine.
There was a new sound now. As we peered to the floor, there was water rushing in. I hit the gas pedal harder in hopes to throttle through but that time had come where the engine sputtered and ceased to participate. Being in a pickle was not at all what this could be described as. I turned my head towards the backseat to see my infant, “oh God.”