This is in response to this week’s Literary Lion word challenge. This week’s word is ‘king’ and to write something 400 words or less…I’m chuckling but I really did try this time:
“What do you think about when you hear the word king?” I asked.
“I think of Martin Luther King,” Buck replied.
That seemed rather odd to me; odd that someone wouldn’t automatically associate the word king with Elvis Presley. “I think of Elvis Presley,” I said.
“Ah, Sissy.” Buck reached for me. We were on the veranda at his folks’ house, sitting in the old rattan rocking love seat. Summer was heavier than sex in a hay stack.
I’ve loved Buck at least as long as the bougainvillea vine has clung to his mother’s wooden trellises. He’s plain, but not ordinary. Always some heart hanging on his sleeve.
“Ah Sissy what?” I asked, shaking and grinding against the air and humming “I’m All Shook Up”.