Let me say, I know this is not a Volkswagen but in my story it is. 😁
Vampire Wagon
The sky was covered in clouds, a subtle breeze brought life into my soul – or – lack thereof. I loved the formation of a morning thunderstorm. I…can…. day-walk, only if it’s overcast, a gift passed down to me from my maker. Most of my kind slept in the a.m., where I could enjoy the morning’s finest brew.
I found it pleasurable to take walks, my cane clacking against the concrete with each step, not a human around, as if the day were made especially for me. That was – until the dark, soothing ambience was suddenly interrupted by a hideous, colorful thing. I gasped, stopped my movement, felt the tail from my suit-coat smack me on the bottom. I jumped a few steps forward. “Woooh.” My inches long fingernail went straight into my mouth, old habits die hard, if at all. I tilted my head at the thought of my own brilliance, wondering if I were ever someone’s habit, maybe not, but an obsession, surely. “Hmmmm… what in the hippie, retro, mind-blowing, ethnocentricity is this?” I’ve been walking this earth for three hundred and seventy-two years and never have I ever seen such.
I moved closer, four wheels, terribly small wheels, and windows. I leaned forward to see inside. Yes, a steering wheel. I ran my fingers over the chrome lettering. V. w. Of course, it’s a Vampire Wagon. I’ve heard of these things. I opened the hood to examine the specimen and what to my wandering eyes should appear? Nothing! Not a blasted thing! The engine was in the trunk! The vehicle was being used as a flowerpot. Angrily, I spun around and tossed it across four blocks. “I haaaaate people!” I left my top hat, a fitting exchange, maybe they would plant a fern in it. “Tisk!”
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