Sign on the freeway: silver alert.
Another elder said fuck it,
got into a red 2004 Ford
threw IDs out the window
and jammed the accelerator.
She took 1-90 east and
headed for the opposite coast,
laughing as she fiddled with the radio.
Relatives twisted napkins in knots
and punched numbers onto cell phones:
all of them beside themselves,
screaming at law enforcement for help.
Mom should be there for the grandchildren.
Dad needed to stay, so others
could feel superior to him.
Instead, flagrant disregard.
Mom and Dad have fled the scene
like teenagers, but in separate cars.
Dad split six months ago,
and no one ever found him.
He’s an adult and entitled to leave,
even if that does make him
a self-centered bastard.
After a while, we gave up looking.
When Mom left on New Year’s Eve,
the last day of the decade.
she swore she’d head straight into 2020,
and as far as I know,
she hasn’t stopped driving.
Leah Mueller is an indie writer. Her most recent volumes, “Misguided Behavior, Tales of Poor Life Choices”, “Death and Heartbreak”, and “Cocktails at Denny’s” were released in 2019. Leah’s work appears in Blunderbuss (2016), The Spectacle (2018), Outlook Springs (2017), Atticus Review (2016), Your Impossible Voice (2017), and elsewhere.