Abandoning

He flicked his cigarette; the pale ashes caught in the breeze and carried for a few feet before landing among the leaves. She hated this about him. He took another drag. He pulled so hard she could hear the tobacco crackling from where she sat, her legs dangling out of the driver side door. The powder blue of the car, she reflected, perfectly matched her eyeshadow. She was going to miss this car.

He exhaled a noxious cloud of smoke and tossed the butt into the leaves. She was glad it was wet. She tapped her long red fingernails on the steering wheel. She didn't know why she had to be here, and not one of his thugs. She rolled her eyes but said nothing. She knew better. She folded a new piece of chewing gum into her mouth.

He jerked his head in an arrogant gesture. Time to move on, then. She swung her platform-heeled feet inside and looked through the broken windshield. With a mighty grunt, he pushed the rear of the car, and it slowly rolled forward. She turned the wheel every time they threatened to hit a tree.

"All right, get out," he said as the car rolled to a stop.

She did so, carefully checking for twigs and branches before stepping anywhere. "I don't think anyone's going to find it all the way out here," she said, gum smacking. He shook his head.

They stood together looking at the car. She promised herself to come back and look at it in a few years. Who knew what it would look like then?