We can get there faster

A Story by Jon Roggie

Another Tala write

I blame myself.

Listening to the two of them.

I lose my patience.

Might as well share a flicker.

Blink my eyes.

I did wait until we were stopped.

Reach over the seat,

and turn off the engine.

I admit the looks on their faces is worth what I know is coming.

"You drive too slow Manatua."

Open my door,

and step outside.

Look at the car.

I still managed to keep it in the lines.

Ignoring the talk of reckless nature,

I walk up the steps on Ash.

It is daytime,

so a minor is allowed.

"Phil! Table for three!"

You have to love a bartender who remembers you.

Handing me a pint of Bass,

he asks if I would like the room upstairs.

He even raises an eyebrow.

Everyone I know.

We don't share a single word.

A wink turns into a conversation.

"That would be nice. Privacy would be appreciated."

"Clam chowder?"

This goes back to remembering things.

"Better make it four, and extra oyster crackers.

Add a pitcher, and a Pepsi if you have one."

Phil grins.

"All she wanted was a Pepsi."

I have left a trail of tales.

Bow to my bristling companions,

and point the way to a haunted room.

© 2018 Jon Roggie

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Lorry

Or perhaps they would have been a ghost if you went hell for leather. Slow and steady gets you there in one piece, minus the earache of course.
Your payback already shows that though, I think. How far in advance was that thought of Jon? Already noted for any future trips :)