Cardboard Flats

Do you want to come to the Beer Store?
My five-year-old self jumped in near the wheel;
(knew I’d get a Slim Jim out of the deal . . .)
Quest for Carling Black Label: flat of twenty-four.

Mt. Auburn and Belmont fork: short trip.
The hiss pull-top can sound homeward-bound;
Offered: the cold can coming round
the shady lane corner. You want a  sip ?

Beer cans have a different sort of tab nowadays;
More push-in than peel-off.  What I will never do:
Hand a cold can to an underage son. True,
he was just being nice. Nineteen-sixties ways . . .

Google Earth shows me where the store used to be:
“Father and Son Floorcraft”, which seems funny to me.

 


PROMPT #15:

think about a small habit you picked up from one of your parents,
and then to write a piece that explores an early memory of your parent engaged in that habit,
before shifting into writing about yourself engaging in the same habit.

2 comments on “Cardboard Flats

  1. I love how the tone shifts from vivid childhood memory to slightly nostalgic adult remembrance, It draws the reader in, I think, because while the specific situation is not necessarily a shared memory, the mood certainly is.

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