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"She" Was Unforgettable--It Was Simply Impossible

Kenneth, born and raised in the South, resides in Hamilton, Alabama. He enjoys sharing his unique perspectives on life through his writing.

This is "her," our '50 Ford.

This is "her," our '50 Ford.

I can tell you with a clear conscience, I had what people call a best friend, and "she" was it. And many more things. I was six. But "she" made such an impression on me that I never forgot her or bought a substitute for her.

It was simply impossible.

Think what you want. Feel as you may. "She" was a constant ally as well as giving us her smile for the day. Many just thought of her my old '50 Ford. What fools they were. They never were able to know her like I did. Because they never took the time to invest the small amount of time in order to know her and what she represented.

It was simply impossible.

As a "child of outdoor," I spent hours just sitting on my front porch and watching "her." I never grew tired of it. Each was a new adventure with her. Cold truth here, "she" was a living spirit, not just a cold man-made invention of necessity.
The most-interesting "foe" that I had was the time when she played the role of a 1940's gangster, which I had read about, and I was playing a detective after her for "crimes" she allegedly had committed. I couldn't make myself do such a cold, heartless thing as to "slap the cuffs on her."

It was simply impossible.

Oh, how did I capture "her?" I was investigating homes on the North Side of Chicago, going on a tip, and I just knew that I would find "her." Well, I did. And when the time was right, "she" came to the street from a huge, antique-type home, and I was stunned. Not by the hosue, but with her. I called out my position in the Police Dept. She only giggled. I warned her to not move. And she didn't. I told her to not move. But she tried. I stopped her by throwing several handfuls of some "magic" mud, that the police scientist had invented. It worked.

But reality hit me with two hard fists. I couldn't believe what I had done. But "she" never offered one complaint. "She" just stood there majestically and full of dignity. I cried because of makig "her" dirty and covering her with shame. I though that she would surely run-away and hide from me.

It was simply impossible.

Time walked a slow walk ever moving away, but "she" was always in sight. That is when I began to worry. Something that I had never before doing. I was terrified. But I could open my eyes and see her, a phantom that was a ghostly pale. I then knew that I had to take another pathway, but couldn't. I really couldn't.

It was simply impossible.

The years went further into the future which came with it a lot of opportunities of ways, hows' and plans to what I could do to live without "her."
It was simply impossible.

July 09, 2021____________________________________________________

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There was something special about "her."

There was something special about "her."

© 2021 Kenneth Avery


Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on July 11, 2021:

Ever since as a child I rode in Chevrolets the old kind from the fifties I have been in love with them, Good memories here,

Peggy Woods from Houston, Texas on July 10, 2021:

Ah...the love of cars and a special one for you is the highlight of this post. Sweet!

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on July 10, 2021:

Oh wow...six years old.

I love the way you tell a story.

At the end you realize...there's no living without her. It's impossible.

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