Remembering The Strange Blue Car

A few days ago driving home from a clinic, I passed by the elementary school I had attended as a child. A school that like so many children it seemed I spent hours looking out windows instead of at the teacher. Approaching the school, I slowed a little and looked at the windows and felt a jarring shock seeing a child looking out at me.

At the same time, I had a memory of being a child, kept after school and looking out the window on the road and seeing a funny bright blue car unlike any I had ever seen passing. I remember it slowed and an old man with a beard was staring at me. I felt afraid, wondering who he was. 

I continued driving home. Shaking a bit and trying to shake off the memory. 

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October 21, 2020

I think situations like that is what forces us to be weary and afraid of the unknown.

October 23, 2020

@jaythesmartone I wrote it as fiction. I liked the visual of it. Sorry!