They called it the Graveyard of Cars.
Worried parents would take their children there just before they started to learn driving, and in a raspy voice warn them of the somber fate that awaited them if they weren’t careful.
The obedient types would listen; after all, who fancied the kiss of death? They didn’t want to have a sin to confess at church.
But there were daredevils too. They thought to emulate. To break small rules wasn’t going to be a problem.
“Time for a new graveyard,” they told themselves.
Of cars, or for them?
The question was left unanswered.
(© 1st July 2015)