The unsynchronised flashes and booms suggested at least that the thunder storm was a distance away. The sky's rapid progression from blue to an angry grey and brown had at least served as a warning of its approach.
The exhaust pipe landed noisily on the metal pile. The growing accumulation of all removable parts of the old car looked more and more like obscure artwork. But its demolition continued unabated.
For them, the burial of the car was also the burial of all that went with the car. And free from those memories, they ran on through the rain.
(WordBeads).
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