August 2014 Flashes
After earning an advanced degree in English, Mel taught in California, Illinois, Arizona and as a Fulbright Exchange Teacher at Stanground College in Cambridgeshire, England. For seven years, he traveled in a small motorhome throughout the US, Canada, and Mexico. His writing has appeared on line and in print magazines in the United States, the United Kingdom, Australia, New Zealand, and Mexico. His two novels are available on Amazon Kindle. He lives in Ajijic, Jalisco, Mexico
PUT ON YOUR EARS, OLD BUDDY
My brother and I found an old CB radio base when we were rummaging around in our grandfather’s attic. Before he retired, he had been a long-distance truck driver. Now all he did was watch TV and attend the Emmanual Baptist Church and pray to get rid of his arthritis. Sometimes he dragged us with him. My brother always prayed for a new bike.
I plugged the base into the wall socket. Surprisingly, the lights flashed up when I switched it on. The thing still worked. “I wonder if anyone uses this stuff any more?”
My brother’s only ten and a lot younger than I am. “What the hell is it?”
“It’s an old radio communication system. Truckers used it to call each other when they were on the road. That way they’d know where there were problems or highway patrols. Or where there were good places to sleep or eat.”
“Didn’t they have cell phones?”
“This was before cell phones.” I pushed the button. “Is anyone out there? Can anyone hear me?”
All I got was static.
My brother looked at me and smiled irreverently. “A lot like praying.”