The Sunday Whirl

Amidst the noise of the vinyl 78 spinning, wearing down the needle of the record player, Joe donned a black turtleneck shell hidden beneath his smart red blazer. Who knew wearing high school colors would turn on girls? He selfishly thought they would assume he was a teenaged sports guy-something foreign to his ultra slim build. A last fiddle with his duck tailed hair slicked to the current design of high school boys, and a flashy smile was all he needed. That, accompanied with no moral thoughts, Joe crossed the driveway threshold and slipped into his ‘59 Chevy and started driving towards the school.