Wednesday, February 17, 2010

toy truck

On Monday, a toy is sitting in an old cardboard box that looks as if it will fall apart in a blink. It is a small truck, and its paint almost shows a rich crimson--its past color. In a day, this truck's alarm falls off; and soon, its bolts follow.

It waits for a boy--now a man.

On Friday, it is in a trash can.

A/N: There is no 'e'. Anywhere. Whew.

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