Grandma drove an Eldorado Biarritz Cadillac when I was little.
Grandma drove an Eldorado Biarritz Cadillac when I was little. She used to play the blues loud, riding along with a cigar in her mouth, looking swish as hell in a silk dress and diamonds on every finger. Those days we was all lost in blue vocal layers of Nina Simone, Billie Holiday, Memphis Minnie and Ma Rainey.
“Blues music and riding around in a caddy. Makes your soul sing don’t it?” Grandma used to say, smiling, showing her gold teeth.
When grandma passed, she handed down that caddy to me. Years later, I still ride around but I don’t play the songs. Silence happens for a reason.
A version of this flash story was first published by Paragraph Planet