a single line from the (adult) novel in progress
Sunday, March 13, 2011
(with thanks to the real Kate for the wheels and the ride)
“I lose these wheels, I lose my poetry,” Kate would say, and after all these years, Becca decided that her best friend meant it, that Kate needed the spoil and ruin of the car, the raw rush of the night on her skin, the sacrifice demanded by the old ’66. Hang a flag from the thing, and it’d be its own parade.
4 comments:
I love that you are writing an adult novel, Beth ... I want to read it!!!
That's my dream car right there~ well, except it should be red :)
My father drove a '66 Mustang in high school, handed down from his father. His younger sisters had to drive a station wagon once he graduated and they were not happy about it.
Gorgeous writing Beth. You're so talented. That picture is very cool too.
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