Warm Up Your Engines

Cars frozen with zinc plate. Breath reaches out to the windows and steams up the rear-view-mirror. My mug sits on the dashboard cooling fast. Morning coffee steams, strong as leather. Outside the mountains crack apart with stretch marks in the sky. Ice islands roll down the screen to reveal a strip of road, yellow in the headlights. The rear windscreen is barred with electric wires. The melt reveals slices of terrace and blue. I lean back and breathe in the fumes.

– Benjamin F Jones

About Graphite Bunny

I am a writer working in South Wales (UK). I love pizza, photography and moist clay. When it rains I catch drops in my open mouth. I create poetry, flash, absurdist snapshots and humorous fiction.
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6 Responses to Warm Up Your Engines

  1. Brrrrrrr, you’re making me shiver 😉

  2. Keith Parker says:

    Great imagery, and I really like your subtitle (time in shuffled fragments). Well done!

    • Thank you very much. I love writing these short fragments but I fear there is no market for them!

    • Thank you very much. The time in suffled fragments comes from a book I wrote called The Voyeur. It was short and with 34 chapters. The first and last were fixed but the others were to be read in any order. I am hoping to get it together into one printable pdf so it can be uploaded to the blog.

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