In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Wronged Objects.”
I owe the biggest apology to my car, my precious car “Mac Attack the Pontiac”. So many times has he been at the focal point of anger fits and frustrations and even now he sits in our garage broken down waiting to be fixed. But I like to think that he is secretly enjoying the nice vacation from being driven around or the blankets of snow that would cover him in the winter. My way of not just apologizing but making sure he knows I still care is I like to talk to him and hang out with him when ever I do yard work or take out the trash. I think he appreciates it even though I don’t have the time or money to get him properly fixed up and running at the moment. Soon my friend, we will be cruising the streets once again!!!