Some say violent shows are curative. I favor the car wash.
Inhuman noises begin. A monster brush advances across the hood with threats of demolition, and murder. Mechanicals encircle. Water pounds an attack on the roof. My heart pounds, too. My breathing stops.
As I drive away, I am content.
Joyce became interested in writing while a college freshman, when a story about childhood drew praise from her English instructor. However, after earning a B.A. Degree in English Literature, she put the interest aside, which lasted most of her life. Now retired, she enjoys writing about memorable episodes and the remarkable people who create the world of her family and their winery.
Great little story! The car wash was one of my favorite places as a kid…LOL. My dad would make it exciting and pretend we were on a submarine Nautilus ride. Where else could you go to experience “storms,” “sea monsters” and a giant octopus at the end of the ride? So thrilling!
Loved it. Even your formatting is like a carwash! The two short sentences on either side like the entering and exiting.
Excellent! First story I read about a car wash! Done so well!
This is terrific! My daughter was just telling me about her first experience through a car wash over the weekend. She found it full of chills and thrills too. Great read!
Very nice! I always get a little nervous going through those—always have a brief moment of apprehension, fearing that maybe all the windows or doors aren’t closed properly.
I have loved all of her stories and am looking forward to many more.