The Red Car

A short story inspired by my street in South Bend, Indiana.

“Tonight, Ben, Nick, and Lee are out front drinking Coors Light 22-ouncers and hanging out with the red car. The summer streetlight loves them but doesn’t quite reach my upstairs office windows where if they looked up, they’d see me writing my feature on trash dumps of the ancient Americas for Archaeology Magazine. Not that they know what I do with my evenings. Or my days. I’ve never seen them do this before, but I think I know why they’re out there. And it’s my fault. Or at least I share in the blame.”