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Fred is standing at the back of the barn.
The barn is dark - it’s raining outside and the door only lets in enough light
to see things vaguely.
Even in the half-light, Fred can’t see the
car that is hidden underneath a sheet of tarpaulin.
Someone lifts the sheet and Fred can see
the car.
Fred is fifty.
The car is the same age, maybe older; they
don’t make them like this anymore.
“Does it run?”
“It runs.”
Fred’s eyes shine in the dark.
“Can I just sit inside it?”
“Of course.”
Fred is 6 years old again; the smell of the
interior of the car is that of his childhood.
His childhood is no longer lost.
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