Always Ready

Andy yawned, his mouth gaping open. “Wow, I’m tired,” he said. He twisted his ten year old body in the truck’s passenger seat. “And stiff.”

His father nodded, eyes on the road ahead. “It’s been a long day, hasn’t it? We’ll be there soon. Another hour or so.”

“Will Grandpa and Grandma still be up?”

“I’m sure they will. Why don’t you sleep for a while?”

Andy stared out the window. It was completely dark, except for an occasional yard light highlighting a dark house and silent vehicles. He wondered who lived in those houses and what their lives were like. “No thanks,” he said.

“It’s not like there’s anything to see,” his father pointed out.

“But if there was, I would miss it,” Andy said.

His father chuckled. “You’re always ready for what ever comes along, aren’t you?”

Andy smiled at the approaching yard light.

Loretta Miles Tollefson © 2014

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