You Pull, I’ll Pour

13 Jan

A story in 420 characters

The men wore no shirts. Their backs were golden like fried chicken. They were building suburbia across the street. It was a hot there’s-nothing-to-do day for two sisters who paraded through the construction site. Pieces of parquet flooring and lumps of dried cement made it hard for them to pull the wagon. “You pull the wagon, I’ll pour the lemonade.”

“Why do you get to pour?”

“Just pull!”

The men smiled, pointed with their chins. They sauntered over to the wagon. At 5 cents a cup they welcomed the break.

About these ads

4 Responses to “You Pull, I’ll Pour”

  1. Patty Kingsley January 14, 2012 at 3:06 pm #

    yes!

    • Patricia DeWit January 14, 2012 at 10:03 pm #

      This one was on Olive Ave., Oshawa,from my childhood. Such different times

  2. Sherri Phengchard January 15, 2012 at 3:59 am #

    I love, “their backs were golden like fried chicken” :)

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Follow

Get every new post delivered to your Inbox.

Join 68 other followers

%d bloggers like this: