No doubt about it the cars were fantastic
sitting on different seats
though could never afford to buy them
but enjoyed the dream
often going into car dealers for a look
always with excitement shook.
On this one occasion actually spotted
an older car on display
gleaming in original pristine condition
the assistants were busy
which enabled him to saunter unseen
to savour he was keen.
Large and expensive thick leather seats
had a feeling of wealth
getting in imagining himself driving it
closing the door snugly
settled into his world of make-believe
he started to perceive!
Gradually realised he was not on his own
there was a person next him
reluctantly had to turn his head curious
never heard anybody get in
a very attractive young woman sat there
of him did no seem aware!
She was facing him terror etched on her face
yet he could hear no sound
her eyes wide and shouting backing away
who was she seeing in his seat
just two hands appeared around her throat
hard keeping his sanity afloat!
Panicking himself tried pulling the door handle
it was locked he was trapped
she looked real now thrashing about by him
he did not know what to do
then she was gone he smelt a sweet perfume
helplessly it felt like a tomb!
The radio came on blaring out an old song
desperate banged on the glass
shouting as loud as he could a girl ran over
calling to her mum to come
he was certainly embarrassed when she did
opening the door he felt stupid!
Got out thanking her and headed for the exit
had to look once more at the car
it did not happen he mumbled as a suited man
was rapidly coming in his direction
all the excitement had gone from his visit here
it had scared him that was clear!
The Foureyed Poet.