Thursday, July 5, 2012

Day 5: Visual Dare

"After fifty years you'd think someone would have scrapped the thing," Jerry grumbled and filled his lungs with cigarette smoke. "The stories are bad enough…”
“I think it’s magical.”
 Jerry grunted but was secretly amused at his eight year old niece. The old black truck had resided on Twelfth Street for years but the legends surrounding it had never attracted him. He threw his cigarette to the ground and went inside the antique store.
Little Lucy stared at the car for a long time.
“It’s okay,” she whispered. “He’s gone.”
One headlight burned bright and disappeared. Lucy wasn’t surprised.

Feedback appreciated! :) Love, Kenzie

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