Tim Barlow Writes

Welcome to my short stories, poems and other ramblings


Middle of the Road

 

 
 
Tommy wondered how he could have turned out so differently from his father, whose philosophy of life propounded moderation in all things. Tommy, by contrast, was temperamentally drawn to excess. The old man saw life as a long straight highway, the aim being to travel sedately and safely.  Occasional changes of pace were tolerable if conditions permitted. Tommy, by comparison, was screeching through the mud and fumes of a figure-of-eight stock car race, pedal to the metal, high on Jack Daniels and amphetamines.

 

 

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