Born to be Wild
by Charlene Watters
Lemon pledge oh so pretty and it sparkles oh so sweet.
The bike was supposed to make me feel cool, but every time I look at the gauges in the dark of night they remind me of lemon slices and that damn jingle runs through my mind.
And then I have to face it. I’m a middle-aged overweight housewife trying to recapture glory days that never were. I was never cool. I was never wild. Tearing down the highway in the middle of the night will never change that.
Steven was right. This is stupid, dangerous. I should just go home. Back to my husband. Back to my children. Back to my life of cooking, cleaning, and taking care, since lemon pledge follows me wherever I go.
You win, Steven. You win. The bike goes back tomorrow. I’ll go back to my life. Tomorrow.