Muddin
When the truck first hits the mud, it feels like the direction of the earth changes. Like your whole life you’ve been going forward, just straight ahead, but then the wheels find that patch of dirt so soaked through with rain that there’s nothing for the tread to grab on to.
And that’s when it starts.
The tires spin and the engine screams and you aren’t driving anymore, you’re floating. And you’re going sideways – or backwards – or in a circle – and it doesn’t matter how you turn the wheel or stomp on the pedals, you and your friends are crammed into the tiny cab of your stepdad’s F-150 and you’re shrieking and giggling and holding on to each other, praying that the truck won’t flip and loving every second of it.
And that’s when it starts.
The tires spin and the engine screams and you aren’t driving anymore, you’re floating. And you’re going sideways – or backwards – or in a circle – and it doesn’t matter how you turn the wheel or stomp on the pedals, you and your friends are crammed into the tiny cab of your stepdad’s F-150 and you’re shrieking and giggling and holding on to each other, praying that the truck won’t flip and loving every second of it.
posted by Cupcake at 12:16 PM
3 Comments:
I like the description. I just want something to happen.
then... the Mud Giant emerged from the field and swallows the truck!
And ever since that night, when the moon is out and the wind is still, you can hear an F150 growling in the distance, and a cabfull of teenagers squealing. And you may find an empty can of Skoal the next morning... but that's all that will be there.
That's what I'm talking about!!!!
Seriously though, upon careful rereading, I've decided my previous comment is incorrect. The stepdad line covers the action for me...
Last time I make comments at high speed.
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