For the d’Verse Haibun Monday prompt “Walk with me down memory lane”, but instead of a walk, I took a drive down memory lane.
I read the prompt just before leaving for work, with school drop-off on the way. So instead of writing for an hour, I just thought as I drove – and managed to miss two turns, so the kids had to walk to school from a couple of blocks away and I got a bit lost before finding my way here.
I don’t have any memory of the first house I lived in. But the first car I remember was my mum’s Holden Kingswood sedan. It was the somewhat shapeless, curved model, with a shape that is to a car what a partly sucked jelly baby is to a human. A quick google search leads me to think it must have been an HK. It was white with a sky-blue vinyl interior, bouncy bench seats in front and back, and a parcel shelf behind the back seat. Stuff to entertain my brother and I, and shut us up on long trips, was often put on the parcel shelf, including paper and crayons. No aircon of course back then, so that parcel shelf got very hot in the sun.
sweet scent of warm wax
rises from the brilliant pool,
each colour distinct