I win

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It was cold.
A bone rattling winter morning.
Brother Rich and I are waiting for a ride to hockey practice.
We’re stomping our feet.
And banging our mitts trying to warm.

The hood of our green, ’55 GMC pick-up, is coated with frost.
A frosty floral design.

“I dare you to lick it.”
“You dare me to lick it?”
“Yes.”
“What do I get if I do?”
“You won’t do it.”
“I won’t do it?”

He grins.
Pudgy boy shoots his devilish grin.
I pause.
I wheel around,
And, lick it.

Velcro.
My tongue snaps tight to the hood.
Cold steel.
An offering of a secondary frost bite to the nose smooshed against the hood.
I mouth out “get warm water.”
Rich takes off running.

I work to generate saliva to melt the seal.
A Dry Well.
I contemplate my exit strategy.
Do it like a bandaid.
Yank it off quickly.
Does that work with Tongues affixed to ’55 GMC hoods?

I close my eyes.
Pause.
And rip it away.
Eyes water.

I see Rich standing next to me with a cup of water.
Laughing.

“I wasn’t really stuck!”
“Right!”
“I was joking.”
“Ha! Let me see your tongue!”

I push him away and jump into the car.
I slide my tongue gently along my front teeth.
Raw.
I cringe.

I win.


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26 thoughts on “I win”

  1. I’ve never done that, although I had lots of opportunity. I don’t know why kids do it. Not something I ever wanted to do. I don’t like being cold and that is worse than just being cold….horrible.

  2. What is it with brothers? My kids did this stuff too…my dad and his brother (y dad suggesting that he jump off the roof of their house with an open umbrella so he could ‘fly’. Burt jumped. He didn’t fly, but landed in the bushes). Way too much testosterone

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