…of Death and Resurrection
It was a dark and snowy night. The air was alive with a powerful emotion…fear. Black and ugly. Fear like you’ve never known before. Fear like your mother.
LeeLee and Jojo trudged from the building of Jesse Knight, the cold wind tickling the back of necks like mini feathers. A coyote sang his mournful song in the distance…maybe in Arizona. As they battled the winter wind and the sinister snow and avoided the abominable automobiles, despite all odds they finally arrived safely at the resting place, a.k.a. parking spot, of Jojo’s beloved transportation device, Carton. Pulling out her magical clicker with powers incomprehensible to the lowly human mind, she activated the engine initiator, and then…there was silence. Macabre silence. Deafening silence.
Jojo fell to her knees, her mind spinning as she grasped the horrible truth: her car was dead…deceased…had given up the ghost…was no more…was metaphorically pushing up daisies. Unconsciously, her head and arms reached timidly towards the heavens as she exclaimed in utter despair. LeeLee tenderly embraced her, and said, “I guess…we’ll have to ruin Darcee’s date.”
But Jojo leapt to her feet, her fist gripped tightly on LeeLee’s arm, “No. No, we cannot do that. I have an alternative scheme of events which are to come….We will call someone else.”
She dialed the ten digit numerical values which belong to the noblest of all mankind, Landon. Minutes seemed like hours as LeeLee and Jojo waiting in the still warm corpse of their venerated friend. They could feel as the connecting bond between car and driver dissipated into the cold, night air. If you were listening closely, you might have heard a faint whisper as Carton struggled to draw his dying breath.
Unable to remain inside any longer, the girls made an exodus to the rear of the mortal remains humming a lamenting tune.
Grief-stricken, Jojo was about to self-destruct, when in the nick of time, the valiant knight, Landon, showed up riding his white, metallic steed. He immediately seized control of the situation, commanding the girls in a lowercase god-like manner. Her hands fumbling with the controls, Jojo finally managed to open the hood of her most amiable comrade. Towering over it, Landon connected the cables of life to Carton’s battery-like heart as he said, “You always need to put the black one on first. It will ground it.” Through their tears, the girls nodded, in awe of his overwhelming intellect.
At Landon’s command, Jojo reinserted herself into the driver’s seat—memories playing like sweet films across her mind’s eye. When she put the key in the ignition, a flash of hope filled her heart as she heard Carton’s heart flutter. Moments later under the sure hand of their champion, Carton was resurrected. And then, they all lived happily ever after as they drove off into the sunrise.
