I’m the Bride of Frankenstein’s mechanic.
She drives a Toyota Echo.
It’s been a good little car.
I can’t recall doing any major repairs to it.
I asked her how it was for room,
What with her husband, the monster, being a big guy.
She said it was fine, no worries,
But then added, with a sparkle in her eye,
That it might be different when there’s a little Frankie.
I asked her about the gearbox.
She said it was hard finding reverse sometimes.
‘It’s a fault with that model’, I replied.
We could talk about a lot of things:
Life, death, marriage, body parts…
But I stick to cars.
It’s what I know best.
She’s been talking about getting an electric car.
Says it’s the way to go –
Electricity.
I guess it’s what she knows best.
Bruce Greenhalgh lives in Adelaide, South Australia where, amongst other things, he reads, writes and recites poetry. His work has appeared in anthologies, journals and online… He is yet to master being ‘fashionably late’ or being ‘the life of the party’. Some things are just beyond him.