Little Miss Helpful
I was five when my father put a wrench in my hand.
We were home alone, and he was working
on the family car. It never occurred to him that I had
been paying attention, that I knew what this strange tool
was used for. An hour later, finished with whatever
had needed fixing, he asked me for the wrench I was still
playing with. I laid it in his hand, along with the dozen
or so bolts I had found and removed during the course of his inattention.
Furious, he spent the next three hours finding and replacing the pieces
I had detached. Mom was even madder. She never did get
all that grease out of my pink fur coat.
About the author:
A.J. Huffman has published nine solo chapbooks and one joint chapbook through various small presses. She is a Pushcart Prize nominee, and her poetry, fiction, and haiku have appeared in hundreds of national and international journals. She is also the founding editor of Kind of a Hurricane Press.