It was a pot hole that caused a crack in my windshield, the windshield I look through everyday; rain or shine. The windshield everyone see’s and can notice right when I pass by. They say “Damn! Was that a big pot hole?” I think it’s not that bad, lying to myself.
Bump! That small bump on the road made the chili pop out of the pot and onto my backseat and on the floor. Everyone I come in contact with say’s “what the hell were you doing?” and slowly climb in my car like its a fresh spill. They can smell the chili still like
it is fresh, I try to cover it up with Febreze; but it’s still there.
Thuk Thuk! pooff! My tank just went empty. No one driving by on this road. I began to travel on foot in search for someone. Looks like everyone deserted me, my best friend did not come to my rescue like he said he would. My father is on a date with his text buddy.
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