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Today we have an excerpt from Songs of Red Currant Wine, Colors of Love #6!
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The parking lot was packed but finding my car was easy. No one else in this burg had a 1970 Dodge Challenger in primer gray. The car was the only thing of any kind of value I’d clung to when Kara and I had split. She didn’t put up a fight. The woman had hated the banged up muscle car sitting in our driveway. When I would explain that it was a classic and just needed some time and TLC to restore it to its glory, she would roll her eyes and say that at least the cars flaws could be sanded out unlike mine.
I ran a hand down the rough front bumper. Someday, when I had the money and the drive, I’d get her painted. A deep, metallic blue. And then I’d cruise up and down Main Street, wind in my hair, and pick up beautiful men who would ride beside me and flip off all the uptight citizens of Copper Beerse, Michigan. That beautiful man and I would drive off, leaving this town and all the strict expectations that held me down behind. Maybe we’d go live somewhere warm and lounge around drinking rum and coke out of coconuts. I snorted in amusement. Right. That kind of thing didn’t happen to losers like Carl Cimino.
My gaze darted to the soft front tire.
“Fuck. Me.” It was more than soft. It was flat. I just couldn’t win today.
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