Crumpled Cars

Welcome to my world she said with a grin. She pushed back a long fence and here I was Facing crumpled, stacked, sorry, sad automobiles. I had never been here before today. They are amazing, I said. Out of any good ideas apparently. She snickered. We went into her office. I just need some help with my resume’ she said. I could not stop staring past her. There were more cars out the window past her head. How long have you had this car graveyard? She could not stop laughing. The proper word is junk yard. She gave me an outside tour so I could concentrate That night I had nightmares about crumpled cars.