Rust crumbled from the ’57 Chevy
Eroding the metal shell
Slowly stealing away the car’s soul
Transforming into reddish-brown dust
Alex scooped up some of the oxidized metal
Rubbing her hands on her leather apron she headed to the forge
The idea of melting it down and recasting it seemed fitting
My stepfather had a project car just like that when I was a teenager. Delightfully bright blue, no front seat and grass grown around it enough to completely cover the windows… It was a fun place to hide for a teen introvert.