(Slice of Life is a month-long writing challenge to write every day in March, with a focus on the small moments. It is hosted by Two Writing Teachers. This year, I’m going to pop in and out, but not write daily slices, as I did for the past ten years of Slice of Life. You write, too.)
“Look at the odometer,” I tell my teenage son, as we drive home from seeing the Captain Marvel movie. He leans over.
“Nine nine … nine nine nine,” he reads.
“We’re going to hit 100,000 before we get home,” I tell him.
“O …. K,” he says, as if humoring me. He queues up another Kendrick Lamar song. I drive to the thumping bass.
“It happened! Just now!” I shout, startling him. “100,000!”
“I don’t get it,” he says. “Is that good or bad?”
“Neither,” I admit. “It’s just miles on the car. But it’s not often you’ll see it flip like that. It’s not like we won a prize or anything.”
I’m satisfied, but he’s just shaking his head again, wondering about the things that sometimes get me jumping.
Peace (flip it forward),