The engine clicked as it cooled. It was the only sound the car could muster. Dead in its tracks on the empty, rusted red highway.
As she sighed, so too did the heavy air. The gathering storm promised rain, which only swelled her frustration.
She thumped down hard on the steering wheel. Whimsy and impatience had driven her here. Another failed union and a hasty rebuke to retrieve herself.
Well, the gurus were wrong. The road less travelled did not lead to self-discovery. Oh no. It led to scrub, to scrap, and a low and breathless rumble. Huzzah!
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