Okay -- I'm sneaking in at lunch to post today's entry into the 41 Days of Metallicar celebration . As lighthearted as yesterday's was ... well, that's how morose today's 100 word contribution is. Sorry about that ... ************************** Rebuild She looked like he felt: warped where she wasn’t outright smashed, sagging on broken axles, bristling with unexpected sharp edges of shattered glass and steel, bled out of water, oil, and transmission fluid. He rested a hesitant hand on her caved-in roof and felt the wrongness of it, the echoes of the crash still shivering in the twisted metal or in his trembling hand, he wasn’t sure which. Nothing was left of her surety and grace, her strength and power. She was lost and empty and alone, nothing left to give. Watch out for Sammy. He picked up a wrench. ******************************