“The Buick” – A Short Story
His car was a thirty-five year old Mercedes coupe: burgundy. The original sheen had been buffed by age into a uniform matte, varnish evaporating to leave the car with a muddy, mineral coat. The trim, knife-edged rails and protrusions running the length of the car and tapering into the wedged front bumper, had undergone a similar alchemy in the Texas sun. By process of slow baking, the chromed steel cracked along stress lines, revealing a variegated... Read More