{"id":1198,"date":"2020-04-17T14:57:37","date_gmt":"2020-04-17T14:57:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bronwengriff.co.uk\/?page_id=1198"},"modified":"2020-04-17T15:03:00","modified_gmt":"2020-04-17T15:03:00","slug":"man-in-a-car-on-an-autumn-day","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/bronwengriff.co.uk\/?page_id=1198","title":{"rendered":"Man in a Car on an Autumn Day"},"content":{"rendered":"<div><strong>Published in Worthing Flash, January 2020<\/strong><\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><a href=\"http:\/\/worthingflash.blogspot.com\/2020\/01\/man-in-car-on-autumn-day.html\">http:\/\/worthingflash.blogspot.com\/2020\/01\/man-in-car-on-autumn-day.html<\/a><\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><a href=\"http:\/\/bronwengriff.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/Mixedleaves18a-scaled.jpg\" rel=\"lightbox[1198]\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-1203\" src=\"http:\/\/bronwengriff.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/Mixedleaves18a-300x200.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"200\" srcset=\"http:\/\/bronwengriff.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/Mixedleaves18a-300x200.jpg 300w, http:\/\/bronwengriff.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/Mixedleaves18a-1024x683.jpg 1024w, http:\/\/bronwengriff.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/Mixedleaves18a-768x512.jpg 768w, http:\/\/bronwengriff.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/Mixedleaves18a-1536x1024.jpg 1536w, http:\/\/bronwengriff.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/Mixedleaves18a-2048x1365.jpg 2048w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div class=\"western\">The car window is open. He listens to the croak of ravens, the soft drop of acorns into the moss. He watches the clouds walk across the sky, the sheep cropping the grass on the distant hill.<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div class=\"western\">She has never liked him.<\/div>\n<div class=\"western\">\u2018You useless piece of shit.\u2019<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div class=\"western\">The way she throws the words out reminds him of the time &#8211; the once and only &#8211; his father hit him with his mother\u2019s hairbrush. The sting of it makes him wince even these sixty years on.<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div class=\"western\">A smell. The brackish damp of peat. The forest fungi. The wind itself.<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div class=\"western\">\u2018Are you listening?\u2019 His wife\u2019s voice is as harsh as the knife she once held to his throat.<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div class=\"western\">He grips the slick chill of the steering wheel. \u2018We\u2019re not lost.\u2019<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div class=\"western\">\u2018I\u2019m not talking of that.\u2019 Her voice is the scream of the buzzards high above the trees.<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div class=\"western\">\u2018What is it then?\u2019 A leaf falls. Just a single leaf. Perhaps a birch. Not an oak. Definitely not an oak.<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div class=\"western\">\u2018You. Quitting your job. Loser.\u2019<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div class=\"western\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.blogger.com\/null\" name=\"_GoBack\"><\/a>A woodpecker drums on a nearby pine. He is reminded of the sound of the electric drill and he thinks of shelves. He is not good at DIY. She likes to remind him of that. \u2018I didn\u2019t quit. I got made redundant.\u2019<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div class=\"western\">\u2018It amounts to the same thing.\u2019<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div class=\"western\">A cool breeze catches the edges of the map and the paper flutters like a bird\u2019s wing.<\/div>\n<div>&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div class=\"western\">She gets out, slamming the door behind her. He looks up, scowling at the pale sun, before fastening his seat-belt. He\u2019s not lost. He doesn\u2019t even glance in the mirror at her retreating form as the tyres spin on the gravel track.&nbsp;<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Published in Worthing Flash, January 2020 &nbsp; http:\/\/worthingflash.blogspot.com\/2020\/01\/man-in-car-on-autumn-day.html &nbsp; &nbsp; The car window is open. He listens to the croak of ravens, the soft drop of acorns into the moss. He watches the clouds walk across the sky, the sheep cropping the grass on the distant hill. &nbsp; She has never liked him. \u2018You useless &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/bronwengriff.co.uk\/?page_id=1198\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Man in a Car on an Autumn Day<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":726,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/bronwengriff.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1198"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/bronwengriff.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/bronwengriff.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bronwengriff.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bronwengriff.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1198"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"http:\/\/bronwengriff.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1198\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1205,"href":"http:\/\/bronwengriff.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1198\/revisions\/1205"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/bronwengriff.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/726"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/bronwengriff.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1198"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}