“I live on Dogwood Lane just past the clock tower on Main. Take a right at the phone booth.” Sandy said.
“Phone booth? Who has phone booths theses days? What’s the house number?”
“Don’t worry about that. You’ll know when you get here.” I could hear the wide grin on her face.
“Ok. See you soon.”
Sandy was right. How could I miss it?
It was Beansie! That old car took us on many an adventure. Hanging out at the Burger Barn, roller skating, football games, movie nights. She was a silent witness to our teenage angst. The hopes, fears and dreams we shared back before life got complicated.
Old Beansie wasn’t burning any rubber these days. But seeing her brought back so many memories.
“I can’t believe you still have Beansie!”
Sandy smiled.“It’s so good seeing you! How long has it been?”
She and I spent hours remembering.
~kat ~ 9 November 2015
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