OLWG #195- Myrie’s Red Pickup

This week’s prompts are at the bottom. Feel free to seize the prompts, twist them, form them, play with them as you will. All comers are welcome. The words below are just practice for me. I had a lot of fun writing them and, practice makes perfect.

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The buzz of midday summer heat sang across the yard. It was almost unbearable. I undid the grey bandana I wore around my neck and dipped it into the ice, and water, filled steel tub what set on the porch. The sun still hung high, tending slightly towards the west; and the heat-bugs was singing louder than the sunshine. Their rales and trills echoed from the tops of the Mulberry trees where they hid, to the sides of Pa’s old house.

I tied the bandana back around my neck and fished a bottle from the same tub to hold against my forehead.

Pa was setting ‘n smoking in his ole rush chair, his eyes were closed and, he leaned on the two back legs so that his seat wound up propped against the clapboard side of the house. His ancient yellow dog lay in the dust next to the porch.

It was a hot one all right.

We all heard it before we saw it. Judging from the grinding gears and backfiring, we knew it had to be Myrie in his rusted red Ford truck. I grinned because I knew that Ole Man Myrie’d have his truck loaded with fruit. Caribbean music would be playing on his AM radio and he’d have mangoes and June plums. Julie mangoes too, not the common ones that we used to chuck at cats when we were kids. He’d have cut sugar cane, and guavas. Guavas that he’d swear had been picked in St. Thomas only yesterday. Occasionally he’d come with Otaheite apples. I found myself hoping he’d have a couple bunches of guinep today. You gotta work a bit to suck the food off the seed of a guinep, that’s what the English call ‘em, the Spanish call ‘em waya, but it’s always worth it, especially this time of year when they is just startin’ to sweeten up good.

Mr Myrie was more’n half-blind and shouldn’a been drivin’ that old rusty truck, or anything else for that matter, but it was always great to see him.

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