Story 2/52: Taking Care

cb radio

 CB radio on the dashboard. (Photo: ^ Missi ^/flickr)
Taking Care ©2018 R.D. Girvan

I could see him out there, hovering. Ostensibly sweeping his driveway, my neighbour Louis was waiting for me to notice him.  I walked through the pantry and opened the overhead garage door to coax him closer.

While worth it, being friends with Louis did take a bit of getting used to.  He had spent his life long-distance trucking, and had never been home long enough to interact deeply with others.  No social media was there to create a portable network of buddies; most of his conversations had been punctuated by “breaker, breaker.” He had come of age seeing the world through the virtual bubble of his cab as if in amber. He meshed with the families our young bedroom community about as well as a black-and-white photo would sync with streaming video.

Hello, Gang of Glorious Readers (both of you! haha), Rhea here.

I am entering stories into contests, some of which do not allow any publication of any kind, even on a baby blog like mine. So if you would like to read the entire story, send me your email address and I will forward it to you.

Best always, RDG


8 thoughts on “Story 2/52: Taking Care

  1. R.D., I really like Louis. When we lived in Central B.C. we had a couple of Louis in our district. You have a nice touch creating characters, especially country folk. You seem able to read their lives and interpret their motives. I like the universe that you are creating in your writing. It takes a writer to raise a village, if you permit me to rework an adage. I love your motivation and I like your style and I look forward to # 3/52 to see what you tackle next.


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