I once found Whitey out in his pop’s garage, just standing there, eyes closed. The garage was kind of a monument to good intentions.
Whitey’s pop was a collector of old cars. More than a collector. An enthusiast. When he’d get to talking about them, his eyes would go funny.
“Found me a ’02 Wheeler Runabout rotting away in a barn outside of Sasabe,” he told me once. “I get her fixed up, we’ll put on driving togs and take her out for a spin.”
It never happened, of course. Gin-fueled dreams aren’t worth the time it takes to hear them.
I was taken by the phrase ‘monument to good intentions’. ‘Gin-fueled dreams’ also hit home too. Put the two together, and there’s imagery abounding. Great job!
Dreaming of better days while hugging the bottle…seen that too many times.
Great voice here.
Nicely written, guess the cars got sold in the end for more Gin.
Great imagery and tone, I enjoyed this.
So many good intentions are drowned in the bottle… I can see his backyard when I close my eyes.
The road to hell is paved with them, for sure. Nicely done.
So many great lines. The picture you describe here is so realistic, It’s like a movie.
Character reminds me a bit of a cousin sans the booze. Forever planning to restore his car and never getting too it. Very dry style the puts us right in the speakers pov. :)
Ahhh … BIG DREAMS are always thought about when there’s a bit of spirits.
Fun interpretation…
Isadora
Seen those kinds of dreams… so sad. Well written!