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The Dented Car
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The moon was like a dimming hope in the foreboding night. Distraught and distressed, it struggled through the broken window to form a dim, dappled pattern on the dilapidated garage. Now and again, it glanced at a shadowy car park. In this stood the van, with a cracked windscreen, a cracked heart and a cracked soul. Forlornly, he remembered the garage sale.
The cars had barricaded the garage door in a frenzy of revving, honking and braking; the utes, the sport cars, the sedans, the four-wheel drives – and, in a shady corner, the old, broken-down van. The air was full of hope.
“I travel so fast, I’m definitely going to be bought”
“And I have such plush leather seats, a luxury car if ever there was one.”
Blah, blah, blah... blah, blah, blah... and as expected, the new cars were sold to excited owners-all except for the old car. He was all dented; he was the dented car. Paralysed, he stared at the garage door as it closed. Despair set in. Total despair. Crash! The silence was punctuated. With a bang, a flashy car whizzed and zoomed and sped through the broken door and hurtled towards the car park. He skidded like tyres braking on oil, to stop in front of the dented car.
“Oh, curse the gods! I’ll never reach the engineer now! That was the last of my fuel.”
But the dented car had a plan and immediately rumbled into action.
He might have been insignificant; he might have been humiliated, but he was resolute- the dented car was going to push the flashy car all the way to the engineer. Well, he shoved and he heaved then he panted. He strained and puffed then panted. Exhaustion annihilated his inner strength, making him as fragile as a wounded sparrow.
“Must go on... must get him to the engineer... can’t pause... won’t pause”
Well he pushed and shoved then panted. He trudged and he forced then panted. The door was in his vision...just...a...few...more...pushes... and... that’s when it happened-he slipped on some oil.
Chaos ensued; propel- shoot- somersault- hurtle-cartwheel- flip- wobble-twirl- right down to a pair of sturdy work boots. Automatically, he picked up the wrench and started to work on the flashy car; admiringly he fixed up the dented car too. The dented car had just become the strong car. He puffed out his chest as he surveyed the bright light of the jubilant moon, which chuckled lightly at the engineer work shop. |
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