By Don Tassone
When he was a boy, he had a red wagon. His earliest memories are of his mother pulling him down the sidewalk.
He remembers the little thump caused by each seam of the sidewalk. He remembers his mother giving him a box of animal crackers for the ride. He remembers coming home, where she would give him a glass of cold milk.
Now his life is hard. But on his toughest days, when he might go mad, he closes his eyes and holds on to the sides of his red wagon, feeling the bumps on the sidewalk and going home again.
Nice, reminded me of pulling my son in a red wagon
A very brief, insightful look at one man’s memories bringing solace to his present condition. Wonderful story.
I love this story! Great cadence to it. Wonderful job.
Beautifully written
Love this.
Thanks to all for your thoughtful and kind feedback.
Well written of a man suffering in the present and having the comfort of his red wagon to guide him. Nicely done.
Liked this tale very much!