Through the Candyman’s Yellow Smile. Runner-Up in Dads Are No Joke Challenge.
“Just push it a little further,” my grandfather tells me, “Until the shift reaches the letter D.”
“Ok,” I tell him, my little awkward fingers wrapped around the contours of the car’s automatic stick shift, its cracked and dried leather scratching and clawing the smooth grooves in my fingers.
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short and sweet