Ryn Cooper

Starlights

I no longer know if I can trust the taste of peppermint. When I was young- much younger, the age when memories have just started to truly stick- my father drove a 1989 Ford Tempo. My brother, three years older, and I, used to simply call it the Brown Car, though that was generous; in truth its color was a muddy shade of gray not unlike that of spoiled meat. The 80’s weren’t nice to cars.