Linda G Hill’s Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “difference.” Whatever the word “difference” conjures first in your mind, write about it. Enjoy!
We used to go to the Drive In Movies
me, my brother, sister and Dad because we didn’t have Netflix back then.
Sometimes my Mom went, but movies or maybe being stuck in a car
with all of us wasn’t her thing.
Before the movie started we used to play on the swings and slides under the screen
we bought popcorn and candy from the concession stand
that smelled like cigarette smoke, car exhaust and pizza
when I think about that dimly little store I can taste Milk Duds.
The Drive had speakers on poles
that crackled and hissed and if it didn’t work
and there weren’t any stalls left
they let you in at the next show and you got free snacks,
I used to like to walk between the cars
before the movie started
sometimes I saw people making out or drinking or getting high and back then,
nobody liked to get pinched by a little kid with a Snoopy toy clutched to her chest.
The Drive in held it’s breath, waiting for the sun to set and just as it did
the monsters and pirates and aliens from space climbed down from the
screen and made you laugh and scream and in the middle of the show
smiling hotdogs and popcorn boxes danced for you at the intermission.
The Drive Ins are gone now
there are a few corpses scattered here and there
in fields, behind warehouses
giant screens, rusted swing sets, sometimes a slide painted red and white
But do you know what I think?
If you stand there you can feel the Drive In holding it’s breath
and I think that as the sunsets the monsters and pirates and aliens from outer space
still climb down from the screens, at least I think they do.