Vanishing Point

The ironing on hold, she donned a teddy for a span, gazed at her reflection in the mirror through puffy eyes tucked beneath a coonskin cap, hand-sewn in some god-forsaken sweatshop, then grabbed the keys, hopped into the Countryman with a profound sense of gratefulness for the surge of power as she punched the gas, vanishing into infinity, letters from her doctor, confirming that the stromal tumors had returned, streaming out the open window, escaping the indignity of being pulled from the wreckage of the truck around the bend… ---------- A silly exercise, really: used the Poetry Soup random word generator to generate 10 nouns, and then tried to put something together using them in the order given... ironing teddy span coonskin sweatshop countryman gratefulness vanishing letters stroma