From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Tactile
The stiff starch of my detachable collar chafes my neck while I thumb through a fresh deck of Rook cards, the crisp linen finish snapping under my calloused thumbs. Pa says gas is up to $0.15 a gallon, but I’m too busy whistling that Irving Berlin ragtime tune and trying to dodge my little sister’s sticky fingers before she gives my new wool coat the cooties. I saw a motorcar nearly careen into the gutter today, its brass radiator gleaming like a demon's eye. If that mechanical beast had an electric starter, I’d hop in and drive straight out of this dusty town without looking back.