Photo Story: Grunge Car

I clearly had been rather upset at the time, my memory can still trace the lines I followed and the lines I crossed. Still, there weren't so many bricks at the time, the walls seemed lower, there appeared to be an alley through which I saw daylight. You ask me if I was drunk or on drugs or if I was trying to hurt someone, myself maybe. You weren't there. I can't admit everything to you. The dents will not stop me from moving on. They shouldn't stop me, but I fear the drive is over. Someone has left me here and I still have a lot of miles left in me, miles I will never get to enjoy. There're going to haul me away backwards and I'm just going to rust somewhere. I put a lot of work into going somewhere and now I have to hope someone robs a piece of me and carries me away, uses me to help them go forth and find a wall to crash into. Take me.

Photo Story Prompt: Grunge Car

For your inspiration, here's the writing prompt of the week:


Write whatever comes to you--short or long, fiction or truth.

If you feel so inclined, send your writing in to photostory@indigoediting.com to be posted on our blog with other stories based on the same photo. If you'd like your name, Web site, and contact info to be posted with your story, be sure to include that too. Feel free to comment on each other's stories and just generally enjoy the process of playing with the written word and the world it creates.

Happy writing!

Photo: "Grunge Car," by cflorinc.