Daily Prompt: Groupthink

Write a post that includes dialogue between two people — other than you. (For more of a challenge, try three or more people.)

Photographers, artists, poets: show us a GROUP.

“GIRLS!!!! Are y’all about ready? Your Dad has a surprise outside for you.” Mama hollers from below.

We both shuffle to put our socks on. Two pair before we grab our warmest shoes.

“Do you know what it is?” I ask.

“I don’t know, but I saw Daddy going down in the pasture to get something.” Sister says.

Pulling on the warmest jacket and finding something to cover our little hands, we scurry down the stairs. Mom is already bundled up, too. She inspects both of us to make sure we are covered good and hands up both a beanie to put on. We look warm and I’m already burning up.

“Alright.” Mom says. “Let’s go see what your Dad is up to.”

Out the door, we fly. Too excited to contain ourselves. Our front yard is a winter wonderland. The trees all hanging low with snow and the dogs are jumping everywhere having a good time.

Dad has his old brown pickup truck, named Brutus, pulled around front with smoke billowing from the exhaust. There is something tied to a rope at the back and Dad is checking it to make sure it is tied tight. He stands up and with a twinkle in his eye, he smiles a big smile.

“Are you girls ready for some fun?” He asks.

“Yeah!!!” We both exclaim. We are bouncing up and down and looking at the blue car hood tied to the end of the rope.

“Are we going to ride on it?” Sister asks.

“You sure are.” Daddy says.

Sister and I climb on and sit.

“No. Now you have to lay on your belly and hold on tight to this rope here.” He points to the piece of excess rope that is tied around the other that is secured to the truck. “I’m gonna go real slow but you guys need to yell when you are sliding toward the ditch or I’m going too fast.”

“OKAY!!!” We both say in unison.

Mama and Daddy hop in and open up the window on the back of the pickup. “Are you ready?” Dad asks.

“YES!!!” We both yell and Dad eases it forward onto the dirt road.

We both scream with glee and the dogs yip and run along side.

“Faster, Daddy, faster!!!” We yell.

Holding tight, he romps on Brutus a little but slows back down. We start to slide a little toward the ditch but we don’t notice. Dad slows right down and laughs at us having fun. He gets out and puts us back in the middle of the road. Back in the truck he gets, and we are riding on our magic car hood again. We wave at the neighbor kids as we go by. Daddy takes us all the way around the block and the dogs even get on with us. It was so much fun.

Like most snow in Oklahoma, it only lasted two days. The next day, Daddy had to go help plow a parking lot and we had to go back to school. It was all we talked about at school those next few weeks. We were the kids with the cool Dad on the street.


Daily Prompt’s I’ve read today:

Snowy Owls on Ocracoke | Exploratorius

Confessions of an Inveterate Eavesdropper | Be Less Amazing

A moon’s memory | shame

The Group Outing | Lisa’s Kansa Muse