Rubiginour – rust coloured
I didn’t think it was going to be still there because it had been so many years but the car was right where I reminded it being from childhood.
The woods had grown thicker, the trees ageing just as I had aged. Children and animals still kept most of the undergrowth down though I could tell no one had been near the car for awhile.
The woods ran along the back of the school and also the park. Children came here to build dens and teenagers came to hide out. The car had been for years and no one knew why it had been abandoned but it sure made a great thing to play in.
I remembered all those long hot summers when we would come here. His red rusty coloured hair would flash in the sunlight that dappled down through the trees. He would laugh like the bubbling brook that ran though the trees. He would sit in the driving seat, dirty hands running around the leather steering wheel.
‘Where do you want to go today?’ he’d asked me as I got into the back seat.
‘To the beach,’ I’d say or name some other place as I pulled my summer dress down.
He’d make car brumming sounds and we’d pretend to be driving.
Look around now almost forty years later, I could still sense childhood magic flooding the air. Somewhere children were playing, their voices raising and falling as the wind played in the new leaves on the trees.
Walking over to the car, I could see that rust was doing a good job on the blue paint work. The bumpers had fallen off, the tires were flat, One headlight was missing and the other cover in moss. Autumn leaves lay like a blanket over the front, windows and roof. Surprisingly none of the windows were smashed but they were brown and grey with grime.
I peered inside and saw that time and animals had been rotting down the leather seats. Springs were poking through and there was a lay of dirt across everything. The dials and everything in the dashboard looked intact but couldn’t be read because of all the spider webs.
I petted the car’s roof like an old dog and followed the path I had taken back. I had a team of people waiting for me to give the instructions on the edge of the woods.
‘Did you find it, mum?’ my oldest son asked as I arrived back. He looked so much like his father with his bright red hair flashing gold highlights in the sun.
I nodded, ‘just as I remember she was. Right through there,’ I added and pointed behind me.
‘And you are sure about this?’
I signed and touched his arm, ‘it was your dad’s dream but I feel it’s the right thing to do in his memory now.’
‘I might not be able to restore it,’ my nephew joined in, he’d been to have a quick look.
‘Then I’ll have her in my garage,’ I spoke, ‘she was always there for me and your father when we were children and now it’s time someone looked after her.’
(Inspired by; http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com)