“What came first, this car or the forest?” friends stopped being surprised at such questions coming from Aashu, the philosopher among us.
Most often, Aashu would be found sitting inside the abandoned car that was lying in the middle of the forest. Not much of a car though; more like the chasis that was remaining after vital parts like engine, transmission, wheels were taken out of a body. With open bonnet, the car appeared from a distance like a giant gargoyle.
“I come here to relax,” Aashu would tell me, “sitting inside with doors closed, this car becomes my personal retreat.”
Word Count: 101
Photo Prompt : Ted Strutz