Kia, The Ultimate Driving Machine
As I am leaving class Thursday night, I am thinking about what to write about for my composition class. I think about possibilities of people I have know as I fumble to feel for the key slot in the car door in the dimly lit parking lot. As I sit down in my car ideas swirl in my head. Maybe I should write about someone in my life that is close to me? I close the door with a thud and the overhead light blinks out.