I got to ride up front with Aaron. We wound the
windows down and turned the stereo to full blast.
It felt like a real holiday. I caught glimpses of
Moshe’s limousine straggling behind us, before
Aaron slammed on the gas, and we were gone.
The seaboard sparkled. Aaron told tales of whales
and dolphins, and how the Southern Ocean was
empty mountainous waves all the way to
Antarctica. He drew bold pictures in my head.
The man was mesmerizing. He had powerful
charisma. I ruffled my hair and pulled a wide
smile. Aaron winked mischievously, accelerated
irresponsibly, and we bulleted down the motorway.

Author: Robert James Berry

Poet & Novelist

263 thoughts on “Splash”

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