The car sat on the road, two wheels up the gutter,
two down on the road.
It was a big car, sleek, and flash
but it was old and well used.
“It has a lot of kilometres on the clock,” the man said
touching the steering wheel gently.
“But it’s a good car.”
“Why are you selling?” I asked.
“I want something new,” he shrugged.
The car was beautiful, but you could tell it had been used a lot.
The seats were crushed down; it had the smell of history,
and there were scratches and tears over it.
“Just because it has been around, doesn’t change the fact
it’s a good car. It has never given me trouble.”
I liked the car
but the thought of all the people through it
all the problems that might come up
made me worry.
“I once drove this car across the country,” he…
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