𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 || 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝟐

t.m. ~ camping

Tulsa, Oklahoma. All over town in Two's car.
Saturday, 1966.
11:29 a.m.

•••

"One, two, three!"

Said Two as he pushes the car and I started it. It turned on and he rushed inside.

We drove off. We had bags packed with snacks, extra clothes, a first aid kit, games, our flashlights, a tent and obviously water.

We were going camping. And yes, our mothers and the gang knows.

"You know where the place is right?" He asked. "Of course. There's a river there too and it has the most amazing view." I said.

"No one else is there right?" "Boy, I am the founder of that place. In a way. But I promise you, there won't be anyone there." I said.

•••

"Damn you're right. There is barely anyone here but fucking wolves and honey bears." He said. "Please, my father is Australian. I can catch a snake with one hand." I said. "It'll be fine. We'll sleep near the river."

We set up the tent and put our bags inside. We put up a fire and made some dinner. After dinner, we ate some marshmallows as we watch the sunset.

I stood up and got to the car.

"What're you doing?" Two asked. I climbed on too of the car. "Come up here. It feels good." I said, patting the car, telling him to come sit with me. He shrugged and sat next to me on top of the car.

"This does feel good. The breeze, the view." He said. "And sitting here with you does too." He said. I nudged him.

"I knew you'd say that." I said as we laugh.

"Hey, I think I got a pack of smokes in the car. Gimme a minute." He said, getting inside the car. He came out and gave me the pack. He already had one in his mouth. I put one in my mouth and he light it up.

He came back up on the car and we just sat and enjoyed the view.

I layed down and threw my cigarette away. He joined me.

"Getting away from everything feels good." I said.

"Sure does. Especially with you." "Of course, especially with me. Without me, it won't feel good."

"You damn right." He chuckled.