The Memories
“Frank William Two. Frank William Two. Do you hear me?”
Brad looked down at the gas gauge again. Eighth of a tank was all that remained. He purposely didn’t look at his wife in the passenger seat for fear she could read the start of panic on his face. Brad looked up at the rearview mirror at their children. Four children ranging from thirteen to six with all of the remaining family’s possessions stacked around, behind and on the roof above them. When they run out gas this time the six of them would be walking, leaving more of their possessions behind.
“Frank William Two. Frank William Two. Do you hear me?”
Brad looked down at the gas gauge again. Eighth of a tank was all that remained. He purposely didn’t look at his wife in the passenger seat for fear she could read the start of panic on his face. Brad looked up at the rearview mirror at their children. Four children ranging from thirteen to six with all of the remaining family’s possessions stacked around, behind and on the roof above them. When they run out gas this time the six of them would be walking, leaving more of their possessions behind.