March 24, 2019
The sun would already be down when Donny got out of work. In the summer he would walk across the cool shadow of the freshly paved parking lot. In the Winter he would walk through slush and snow in the cold night to his car. His car was a Ford, a faded tomato red, old enough to actually have a V-8. The seat was dirty and he had one of those fake leather steering wheel covers, laced up with plastic string. It was a good car though. It started up every night, and every morning, even when it was winter.