30 Days of Noir: Day 8 ~ Between a Habit and a Dream
Hard to tell where it happened.
Some dusty town somewhere probably.
Always seems to be one.
There was a plan.
That plan got busted.
She always said be careful.
But if anything were to happen, she wouldn’t hang around.
Darned if she weren’t right.
Didn’t matter how much loot was in trunk.
Sometimes the plan just doesn’t work out.
At least not the way you intended.
Check the oil.
Fill the tires.
Head out down the road, smell the asphalt coming up from the heat.
Try to make some time.
Maybe you find her down the line.
Cars play a certain role in the noir cannon, but nothing really specific that I can think of. Thunder Road is a great drama, but not noir. A car crash plays a pivotal role in The Postman Always Rings Twice, which is a noir as it gets. Thoma Pluck wrote a noir novelette called Hot Rod Heart.
Despite that, whenever I see old cars like the one above, I think of film noir. This car sat on the side of the road near where I live, for sale, for a few months. Couple of grand I think.
My father-in-law and I considered, briefly, buying it and fixing it up. Maybe paint it a flat black with a red interior.
Those dreams stayed there. It was gone a few weeks after I first saw it.
The photo remains.
(c) Mark Krajnak | JerseyStyle Photography | 2016