Descriptive Narrative

Descriptive Narrative I remember that cold day in October three years ago as I walked down the endless rows of new and used cars. I was oblivious to the sounds of the congested afternoon traffic around me. All that was on my mind was anticipation, a little hope, and a checkbook in my pocket that seemed to weigh so heavy despite the lack of funds it represented. It was only a matter of time before …

…smile that was almost as big as the one on David’s face when he stepped out of the vehicle. Maybe it was the eagerness or the impatience that I brought along that day, but an hour later I found myself on the interstate driving that 1995 Dodge Neon. It was not the Integra that I had been longing for, but for that one day, I was proud to claim it as my very own car.