Number 19

My dad as Donald Trump
threatening the world to a massacre
My dad
pressing on the acceleration pedal
when me and my sister
are afraid of the wind
of the hair on our eyes
preventing us from seeing clearly
the car in the opposite lane
heading towards us

Wassail – to indulge in riotous drinking

“Want a drink?” she asked his brother while pouring herself a glass of gin tonic.
He looked up at the clock – 11:19 am. Bustle in the kitchen, the turkey was in the hoven already, his little nieces running around followed by the dog.
“Why not” he replied then.