Shelled and Chewed

He made a car, never put an engine in it, you see it was never meant to run. A car, a beautiful car even a perfect car but only, he knew it would never run. He auctioned the car, sold it as a dream and all the time he knew it was never meant to run.

She, a hopeful girl bought the car. Captivated by its beauty and intoxicated with its perfection. Blinded by the paint. Him explaining the merits of its superior engineering. The curves feeling like they were created for her. She put her life savings and bought the car.

Of course, it never ran. She still feels the curves with her fingers, still basks in the paint, and again and again looks at its pedigree. Passers by pity and ridicule her by turn. Bedraggled, homeless, coaxed into the sun, her burnt out visage still stares at the empty shell that ensures that the car was never meant to run.