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The car must have smelled so nice when it was first driven off the lot of the dealership. Now however the acrid odor of burnt pleather flows in and out of the passenger’s nostrils. A smell so acute the cigarette must have just burned through the worn down driver’s seat. The interior of the car is the color of an old catchers mitt in need of some oil, so much smoke has been blown in this ride that there is a permanent haze on the windshield that needs to be wiped off before the ignition is turned over. If the ignition could be turned over. Only half as bad as the windshield is the rearview mirror, cracked down the center from being tweaked so many times so she could get a better view of her lipstick. The only thing that is reflected in this mirror now is the backseat and the open air. Through the back window into the open air there is an abandoned building, half torn down as a result of a company that changed its mind halfway through the project and decided not to build in this neighborhood.
The back window of the sedan had been blown out by a tree limb falling during a heavy storm. The water had come down in waves washing the glass down the backseat like surfers riding a wave. Seeping into the cracks in the pleather making it stretch and burst at the seams. However bad the car had smelled because of the incessant smoking that went on inside of it was nothing in comparison to the way it smelled now. Because the owner of the car never made it back to her car, the result of an unfortunate misunderstanding she had with a customer, the mold that had accumulated because of the rain had started to grow. The rats hadn’t eaten all of the mold before they left, the constant visitors that started showing up once they realized that this car had been abandoned drove the rats away. Now the only passengers that get to breathe the cigarette odor are not conscious long enough for it to bother them, or smell even worse in comparison to the car. The car floorboard had mats at one point, but those tan mats of woven fabric had been taken for god knows what, and now the only thing on the floor besides cigarette butts and broken needles is rat droppings and the occasional pair of shoes lying haphazardly on the floor as if thrown off in a last ditch attempt to get comfortable before passing out.
The outside of the car gives the onlooker a good idea as to what they could find inside of the car. Forty bags and trash litter the area around the blocks the car had been put up on after someone had decided to make a quick buck off the fresh new tires. The car had once been regal blue, and the owner had taken pride in her car. It was her way of making a living, driving to meet one customer, and then as soon as she got paid for her time, driving off again to yet another one. Her car was her pride and joy, washed and waxed so frequently the car wash stayed in business another year because of her. After she died however, the car wash went under, as did her pride and joy. Rust is now taking over the outside of the car and soon just like the owner of the car, it will be forgotten.