Saturday, December 22, 2012

100 Words a Day 134

He sighed when he saw the car. The front end was bent around the telephone pole and there was steam coming out of the front. .

“Well, radiator’s shot,” he said. .

He circled the car slowly, taking in the other damage. The windshield was cracked; it looked like a spider web. One of the tires wasn’t facing the same direction as the others. Finally, it looked totaled. .

He cocked his head and a flash of sadness crossed his face. .

“Well Betsy, we had a good run,” he said to the car, running a forlorn hand over the body of his baby.

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