Dreams

The sun glinted off the cherry-apple red lacquer; the smooth finish aching for an approving touch.  The chrome finishes were anything but standard, especially the custom made rims.  The black leather seats could entice anyone behind the wheel, as they dipped low beneath the roof, transporting you into the world of fine leather and class. Without a streak or a smudge to be seen across the windshield, this beauty was a top of the line, one-of-a-kind, sports car that one could only ever dream of owning.  If I could just hear that baby purr, well, if only in my dreams….

Abandoned

Cool wind licked at her face, leaving behind traces of the salty mist that plagued the small island.  Leilani dragged in a haggard breath as she put one foot in front of the other for the last time.  She hunched over, elbows on her knees, “sixteen miles,” she muttered, “one step closer to winning this year’s island marathon.”  

Leilani flicked her glance sidelong as she stood, taking in the broken glass, weather-beaten frames, the chipped paint that barely covered the pine siding.  Oh to have seen the old church in its former glory… what was once beautiful, is now lost.