Car Dream #14

CAR DREAM #14
by Michael Kroetch

Everyone has a car. So does he. His is small. Small enough to fit into his pocket. But he’s never put it there. He’s afraid. He is a man of religion. He can’t do such things. However, tonight he wakes up with it on his tongue. Tickling. And it doesn’t listen to him. The stubborn thing will not move. It sits there tickling till he licks it. Sinful car! This licking is something the man hates to do. It makes his cheeks crimson and his breath so quick he can’t stop so that he licks and licks till he bleeds. Till his tongue is torn and there are red tire tracks all over his sheets. Ugly-sinful-horrible-icky car! The man hurls it against the wall, bursting it into pieces. Then he cries and kisses them. Each one.