The car was a mess. Rusty and unused since it happened. The memory now as faded and disfigured as the bumper. The passenger side door a wreck of metal and glass. But it takes up space there. Just as her death does.
Penelope
Rust red, I had a pan I was scrubbing and I did not want to waste so I used it to paint a rabbit and I love my rusty rabbit.
The outside of the vehicle had rusted over. It’s been here a long time. My entire body was shaking. Was this really my mother’s car? We had no idea where she went, how could this be so close to home and we didn’t know?
Hazel
The gate wouldn’t move, and she started to feel afraid that she won’t be able to open it and leave. She could feel the movements of the plants in the forest behind her, coming closer, looking her over for the bounty of nutrients in her body.
Chanpheng
Well at least she didn’t have to worry about the undercarrige of her 2012 Kia sorresto rusting out due to the salted roads combatting the ice of yet another winter in the Upper penunsela. the downside is of course – this litte car with its hamster wheel engine she had bought just 3 weeks before she used it as a get away vehicle from Michael will, unfortunately last in the Florida sunshine for decades. And damn did she want a convertible.
ML
me da miedo llorar y que me salga oxido, por eso evito llorar. mi piel de metal no lo soportaría, llegaría hasta mi cerebro, hasta mi corazón. no quiero que mi corazón se oxide.
The car was a mess. Rusty and unused since it happened. The memory now as faded and disfigured as the bumper. The passenger side door a wreck of metal and glass. But it takes up space there. Just as her death does.
Rust red, I had a pan I was scrubbing and I did not want to waste so I used it to paint a rabbit and I love my rusty rabbit.
The outside of the vehicle had rusted over. It’s been here a long time. My entire body was shaking. Was this really my mother’s car? We had no idea where she went, how could this be so close to home and we didn’t know?
The gate wouldn’t move, and she started to feel afraid that she won’t be able to open it and leave. She could feel the movements of the plants in the forest behind her, coming closer, looking her over for the bounty of nutrients in her body.
Well at least she didn’t have to worry about the undercarrige of her 2012 Kia sorresto rusting out due to the salted roads combatting the ice of yet another winter in the Upper penunsela. the downside is of course – this litte car with its hamster wheel engine she had bought just 3 weeks before she used it as a get away vehicle from Michael will, unfortunately last in the Florida sunshine for decades. And damn did she want a convertible.
me da miedo llorar y que me salga oxido, por eso evito llorar. mi piel de metal no lo soportaría, llegaría hasta mi cerebro, hasta mi corazón. no quiero que mi corazón se oxide.