Daily Drabble -1963

We were half drunk on the heat when we found her. Sitting under a tree with her feet bare and a rucksack beside her.
Bud offered her a lift, and she climbed silently into the truck, settling on the bench seat between Bud and Arnold like a butterfly on a branch.
Arnold turned up the music and we all started to sing.
I watched her small, pale hands on Bud’s thick thighs and my mouth grew dry.
We’ve been on the road now since 1963, but we can’t ever stop and nobody but me even sees the years slipping by…

©Jane Jago

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