3 of us in the back seat
on a long trip to the sea.
Mom driving the car.
Dad reading aloud.

A tale of a great white
that attacks from the deep.
His voice quiet and calm,
as we hang on every word.
With anticipation and fear
of a creature called Jaws,
and the water we’d soon be swimming.

While Dad grins with satisfaction,
that he held our attention,
as he told us his version of
a ghost story.