...out the window of the rental car.
The sky has that Technicolor Panavision glow. Garden gnomes wave and shout hello. I'm in the Hollywood fantasy fairyland of "My Car's In the Shop". I'm sure when I say "Open sesame," I'll discover a golden tray loaded with fruits made of cut gems. I will sell the jewels in the market place to pay for my car repairs, but a jealous magician will whisk me away to a palace on a mountaintop. Believe me, I'd be glad to give the Buick to the magician and be forced to live in that mountaintop palace in exchange...
© 2007 Nancy L. Ruder
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