Small Victory

Gus whose real name ain’t Gus gets in and creaks the door shut. Ripped vinyl, jabbing metal cups considerable weight. Gus whose real name ain’t Gus slides the key into the ignition slit on the dashboard not the column of this galaxy five hundred. Gus turns the key clockwise the starter makes a hearty attempt turning the engine over and over. Points are contacted, little sparks erupt. Gus releases the key which clicks back. Sun beats down on the faded green hood. A sigh, another try. Shove the gas pedal through the floorboard. The inline 6 roars to life. Gus whose name isn’t Gus is on his way.