Aged fishing rods tumbled wildly about the bed of the old gray F-150, tackle boxes, loosed from the grip of well worn bungee cords, slid noisily from one side to the other; crashing into the unsecured rods.
“Harlen! The racket back there is driving me nuts! Please pull over so we can secure things, we’ve got easy another 2 or 3 hours before we get to the lake house and my head’s about ready to explode.”
Dorothy turned to look at her husband of 45 years, his silver hair slicked back into a pony tail, and smiled remembering how often she’d tease him about having a fuller head of hair than her and as a virtual ticker tape spat out fond memories in her mind, she basked in the longevity of their relationship.
They’d met as 5 year olds on the kindergarten playground, each had just moved from a much larger city (but on opposite sides of the country) and bonded quickly over being the “new kids”; as they had grown, so had their friendship, holding solid over the years, anchored in life milestones until the inevitable “going off to college” set them on separate paths.
Reunited at a mutual friend’s wedding when they were 25, Harlen insisted destiny had brought them back together and vowed from that day forward, no one or no thing would keep them apart ever again, “’til death do us part”, and with that they became engaged.
“Hold on now DoraSue, I’m gonna hang a hard right into this truck stop up ahead and we’ll fix up the back, stretch our legs a bit and then head on up the road”….the newspapers reported the older couple, en route to their vacation home, probably never saw the tractor trailer as it spun out of control and slammed into their Ford F150; the couple most likely died on impact.
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