The Night -- NaPoWriMo 2022.Day 24

When We Were Young 

Like busy monkeys on their swings, we drove and drove almost all night long.  Honked at the boys, drag raced with them at the lights.  We outran them all, all except the older man driving a pukey green Corvette.   We were hopped up good, car and driver both.  And when one got tired the other would drive. 

Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights we roved the streets.  The guys could never catch us unless we caught them first.  Most of them had something to drink and offered us.  We don't drink spirits, only diet cola drinks. 

A few of the guys were okay for us young ladies, we generally ended up together at one of our homes when the parents were away.  Except for me, I lived in rented rooms and moved around town from one end to another.  

I had an apartment for a couple of weeks but then I left, landlady problems.  She didn't like our late night weekend parties.  And really didn't like when we all went to sleep and left the record player playing.  So it didn't take me long to tire of her griping and I moved out.

That was the settling.  Until -- 

Little Joe got married and both he and his new wife went away, into the Army.  He left so suddenly that we didn't even know, couldn't throw a party for him.  

We were all devastated!  Our world had been turned upside down. All us fishes left the bowl, parties over without Little Joe.  We'd cruise the streets still.  Could we bear partying again?

One person didn't leave, she could not.  She was paralyzed with grief, drifted in the bowl alone.  She had thought it was her whom Little Joe had loved.  

No wonder he had married in secret and left town so fast.  Ditched to float through life alone. 

Older guy with the pukey green Corvette?  He finally learned he wasn't up to being young. 

 - Piece of Prose Copyright, Jimmiehov 2022, All Rights Reserved  

 - I am linked with Carrie at the Sunday Muse #207,  

http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2022/04/sunday-muse-207.html?m=1 

 - I am also linked with NaPoWriMo 2022 Day 24, 

 https://www.napowrimo.net/day-twenty-four-8/ 

 where we were asked to use at least one simile, I started mine with one.   Most similes use "as" or "like" to make a similar resulting comparison.

 - This story is mostly true except that I wrote it as first person tense by one of the participating young ladies.  I had hot rodded my 1952 Ford Tudor really bad, it out ran even the new Chevy V8's with power pac.  

 - We had Little Joe's goodbye party anyway, after he had left.  And there were others cruising but not the green Corvette. 

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