I took my gas can and trudged off in the direction of a gas station. My car sat clicking in the sun beside a corn field. My black tee shirt combined with the sunshine on my shoulders to bring me to a sweat within seconds. After about 10 minutes, I thought I might just drop from the pressure of the sun beating on me. I heard a car behind me—finally—and turned in hopes of a lift. . . .
Please leave a comment with your first 50 words on the topic “sunshine on my shoulders.”
Sunshine on shoulders
salve for the soul
infra-red treatment for
aching bones.
Escape
for bodies in
too many clothes
skin
needing to see the sky
Windows rolled down, an older couple in a 1988 Buick shouted, “Young man, saw your car back there. Hop in, we have gas, we can get you goin’!”
Cool leather seats smoothed my shirt, I felt safe until the little grey-haired lady was shaking as she held the gun…
The crowd shifted and pulsed like a living thing, sunshine pouring down on our shoulders as we waited outside Marseille for the peloton to reach us. A flying, rainbow colored wedge of pure speed. Go Lance!
On a winter’s day
It was the sunshine on his shoulders that made him cry. He never cried but here he was blubbering worse then a Barbie doll bimbo.
The coffin slide down into the grave, a clatter of dislodged soil disturbing a robin.
Clutching his son, he felt the warmth as her goodbye.
My gas can in my hands, and a rag drenched in sweat is what they had seen.
Then their window rolled down.”You need a ride”.he asked me.”it would help”.
Then he asked me,”were to”.”Um the gas station up the road”.Then the they left me.