In the old car there was a small duende that lived quietly under the rear seat. It enjoyed the warmth of the children as they sat above her and giggled to their jokes and riddles. She loved the packages and bags that were heaped into the car during shopping trips. The smells, the sights, the love of new places on vacations excited her. Then the family became older. The children grew. The car became a hand me down. It went to college. It went to Europe. When it finally returned home; it went to the junk yard. Since the duende was never seen or heard. No one knew that she was there.
To this day, she still is.
Have a spiky Sunday!
