The Car

by Avery Oslo

It’s old, ugly and earwax-colored.

“She’s dependable. I put the new engine in myself.”

It probably can’t even go faster than 40.

“I know it’s not what you wanted, but it’ll get you to school and back.”

I don’t know what he expects me to tie to those hunter’s rails.

“It can withstand anything.”

Except the laughter of the kids at St. Mary’s.

“I hope you love it as much as I did when I was your age.”

He’s giving me his car?

“Take good care of her. She’s seen a lot.”

Because he loves me.