1991 Mini Cooper

I noticed that car immediately Dark, curious and classic It was stood amongst a multitude of other, More modern, flashy models All clamouring for attention, But it was not. There was a mature sense of refinement In the way it revved into life Safe and secure and reliable. Over time, I came to love that car. I came to know every dent on the doors, Every scratch on the hood, And every mile on the metre . Yet it always felt just out of reach. And when that car broke for a time A small part of me broke too. Weeks without that familiar sight, A mixture of dark, curious and classic. Weeks without that familiar sound, The safe, secure and reliable rev of that engine . And nothing was more exhuming Than the moment that car came into view Five weeks later And I found nothing had changed at all

Author's Note

For the boy who never asked for me to love him and the car that started it all

Reviews

[Archos]

Fascinating piece. I've never heard a girl talk about a car with such passion :D

[Eala Cartwright]

thank you very much for reviewing it! I'm glad that you enjoyed it! The car is actually a metaphor for the cars owner, projecting my emotions towards him onto the vehicle he drives, however it can, of course, be interpreted in whatever way you yourself chose to read it. To be honest with you, I do absolutely adore his car too (I'm a sucker for vintage car, I'm a mechanics daughter, what can I say)! thank you again for the review though :) xo