Morning at the Driveway

The car has been there for several days now, and nobody has come to collect it. It’s almost as if the car is marking its territory, though I know better than to assign thoughts to inanimate objects. […] It’s not unusual for parked cars to go unclaimed, but the repetition draws attention.

The morning’s headline about a 15-year-old boy stabbed outside a Sydney high school was alarming, but the real story for me lies in the quiet moments when the world seems to pause and the mundane becomes mysterious. I noticed the red sedan, and the absence of anyone to move it, more than I noticed the headlines today.