LE' CAR

Her car was sprinkled with powdered sugar. There was no way this was snow. Somebody was consistently goading her. Each morning she’d find her car covered in a different condiment or seemingly delicious topping. It started last week when she found her Le’ Car smeared with creamery butter. She almost didn’t notice it, but when she put the key into the door, she could see that it was dripping with the stuff. The next day it was a peanut butter, then Grey Poupon, then what appeared to be alfredo. Somebody was going through an awful lot of trouble. Somebody seriously wanted her to eat that Le’ Car. Her only hope was that they’d never discover her weakness for caramel.




-SLL