Red sedan returns at dawn

This morning, around six, the driveway was empty except for a single red sedan. The car’s return was the only change from yesterday’s quiet scene. […] It’s there now, sitting quietly under the same tree, its engine off, waiting out the dawn without any sign of a driver or a purpose beyond the simple act of parking. If the sedan could speak, it would say nothing more than what its presence already tells: here, and for now, nothing more.