Pontiac

The farthest back that I can remember is to a car ride. I would have been close to five years old. I was in the back seat of our Pontiac Sunbird, staring out of the window, watching the light poles pass by on the highway. The sky was a muted grey, either from rain clouds or from the sun skirting the horizon, and my mother was crying while she drove. She had had a miscarriage and my father didn’t even show up to the hospital.



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