The Two Week Vacation

Never ready, when the father wants to hit the road, they’re not speaking, when he pulls outinto San Francisco fog, thick as a blanket.At the toll booth, the kids skirmishover who gets to hand the man the quarter.The girl, twelve, frizzy haired, gangly and awkwardis yet to ripen and hates everything about herself.The boy, sitting shotgun,Continue reading “The Two Week Vacation”