everwild

He gripped the keys tightly before turning them and the engine choked in a dark rumble. With a sigh he let go and his father's old key ring jingled against the other keys. A simple chain with a scratched name tag with his father's name. With a plaintive squeak from the seat springs, he leaned back, hand still on the steering wheel. With a blank look, he stared straight out the windshield while the peaceful silence of the forest enveloped the car. The leaves fell from the trees, autumn had come again. A reminder that life never stops. With broken thoughts that he couldn't fix, he turned his gaze to the red gas can on the passenger side, it was old and stained with rust. The factory sticker on the front was worn away. He remembered how it had been sitting in his father's garage. Without hesitation he reached for it but just as he was about to grasp the handle he perceived something in the back seat through the rearview mirror. He turned and there on the seat was his old guitar in