Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
A family of four walks through the falling leaves as they circle the castle. Dad has a camera with an extensive telephoto lens. One son walks, hops, stomps alongside the others. His mother pushes the younger son in a stroller. Mom slows alongside a row of parked cars, “Antonio,” she calls.
The child in the stroller sits up at the sound of his name. He turns to his mother, then cranes his neck back in the direction where Mom is nodding. He takes in a shiny black sedan.
“Mercedes,” he recites.
“Bravo!” Mom is pleased.
The boy in the stroller looks to the next car, a SUV-truck of sorts, raised on large tires, with a bar added on for lights above the windshield, a rope for towing. “Mama?”
“Eh. Mitsubishi,” Mom is unimpressed, but the boy keeps studying the vehicle as they pass. The son on foot skips on ahead, Dad walks behind. And Mom hustles the family past a Toyota without comment.