Sunday Light and Word – Busted Clutch, Florida

 

 

Palmbeach

 

 

 

I’d been driving across Texas and Louisiana and the rest of the southern greats on into west Florida. The clutch gave out just as I crossed that last state line. It was always about a girl in those days. Everything I in me shivered at the sight of the mechanic.

He knew and I knew that what little money I had wasn’t going to be enough to settle it. So I had to beg a few dollars off my ma. Sliding up against that wall was enough of a task that I only asked her for dough a couple of other times in the twenty five years that lead from then to now.

 

 

 

by Hank Cherry

About Hank Cherry

Hank Cherry works as a photographer, filmmaker and writer in Los Angeles. His work has appeared in Slake, Southwestern American Literature, Poydras Review, and The Los Angeles Review of Books and he writes a column about the history of jazz for Offbeat. He is in post production on his first full-length documentary.
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