Ben Wallace woke up one morning and stepped outside his door. He felt the wind blow on his face and smelt the flowers as they bloom. He knew today was different, and indeed it was. Today was the day he would buy that red sports car that he had always wanted. He had dreamed about it for years. He always imagined himself behind the wheel going down the country roads going 75 miles an hour with the music playing his favorite songs. But today he was going to live that dream, and Swede would live it with him.
He said, “Come on Swede, hop in the car, we’re going to buy that hot little sports car”. Swede barked happily because he loved riding in cars. So Swede and Ben took off in the car until they came to Eddie’s Auto where the car of his dreams had been all those years. He went up to the car dealer and said, “I want that car, and I’m sure of it”! Without another word, except the car dealer saying, “It’s all yours so go on a test drive then come right back”.
The car salesman handed Ben the keys to the car, and Ben and Swede hopped in and took off down the road going slow until they came to the country road where Ben immediately flew down the road 75 miles an hour like in his dreams.
(to keep this as unaltered and as real as possible, I left the sentence structure the same with some minor editing ie: commas)
I wrote this for my grandfather when I was a young girl. He passed away about 5 or 6 years ago. As a child, I used to write fictional stories for my grandparents, which they loved so much. They both encouraged me to write, especially my grandmother. I never knew she had so much pain in her life because she hid it so well. At least until the very end…But that was so many years ago… I write poetry here and there, but I really want to write more. I recently went to my parent’s home where I grew up and ran across my box of poetry, writings, and sentimental items. I have only touched the top layer, but I hope to dig more and see what I find. To Grandpa with Love,