III

I sit crumpled next to my mom's Cadillac Eldorado, yellowish white and out of style. There's a sense of danger being near the underside of a car, as if it would suddenly roll over my little toe, or entangle my hair in its gnarled metal undersides, chewing me up and leaving me behind in the damp Spring grass. I am bored, despite my considerations of the auto.

I'm in a large clearing lined with leafy trees, and the parked car sits in the mouth of the drive, facing the lake. I am looking towards the lake and to the left, ahead of me, where another car is parked in the yard. I believe there is a house behind me. A man leans against the opposing car, and my mother against the man as she looks into his dark face with it's long dark hair. They kiss.