In the Dark.

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The street is unlit. A dark blanket cloaks the houses. Silent. The car
sits mournfully. They wait to pounce. Rich pickings for a good night
out. They want to have fun. They bang on its door. Screws open the
lock. And rip its insides. Wires exposed, they try to spark life. It
refuses to budge; frustrated they flee. Its owner returns, scared in
the dark. She dives into safety. But wait, by her feet wreckage lies. A
door is unlocked. Someone has been in her car. But she must get
home.She turns the key and it starts. Struggling and slow it steers her
home. Iit succeeds. Next day it can't move, battered, bruised. Once
resistant, now weakened. She hopes it will mend. Insurance details, it
may be goodbye. Because she left it. On its own. In the dark.