We Used To Go To The Movies

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.





Forever More

Linda G Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday Prompt : More

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More footsteps

more voices

more muffled knocking on the wall behind my headboard

it’s only Summer and it seems like forever until Autumn gets here.


More whispers

more weeping

more windows with pale faces trapped in dusty panes of glass

it’s the middle of Summer and Winter is never going to get here


More midnights

more footsteps

someone is dragging a chair down the hallway rope in hand

I think it will be Summer forever and it will always be hot as Hell.

From Linda’s Blog-

Here are some the rules and guidelines for this Prompt:

1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing (typos can be fixed), and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

3. Have fun!

Yeah, I’m Here

Light Motifs II Prompt: Come Here Often? [socs]

On the 10th I officially put in 2 weeks of no fooling around, no cheating by running off to the store to get my socializing fix, keeping six feet away from people I did run into when I’m out walking my dog.

I didn’t sneak off in my car and drive around because I needed to get out and reassure myself that the world is still there. I know it’s still there and I know that I will be a less part of it then I am now- of that I am sure. So when I get back to it, I will get back to it.

In this regard I am like other people, I like to think about ‘ after’ the Stay At Home orders are lifted and what I’ll do and where I will go.

I have a few plans- going to take a few road trips and I’m not going to tell anyone where I’m going because  I really do hate anyone knowing exactly where I am and what I’m doing and what I’m feeling.

That’s why I post stupid memes on FB- my head is private real estate and I only share what is in it when I write. I’m comfortable with that. And people who find that those memes are all they need to know about me is fine too.

So  I have posted songs about two songs about homes – it’s how I feel about that joint in my head where I live and do time, where I play and plan and dream.