My mother bought a new/used car and one of the reasons she liked it so much was how roomy the trunk is. Really, you could put a pillow back there and a can of Sterno and, of course, an empty peach can, and live there in comfort. You could call it a capsule hotel and rent it out to Japanese tourists. You might have trouble fitting the elliptical walker in, but there’s always the Fitness Center.
Anyway, we looked into the trunk and this glow-in-the-dark tag was dangling in our faces.
“What’s that?” Mom asked.
Popping off, I said, “That’s an escape device. Yeah, see, if gangsters grab you and stuff you in the trunk, you pull that tag and the trunk opens and you jump out and run away.”
Mom, who knows what I’m like, said, suspiciously, “Really?”
I said, “Sure, look.” And I grabbed the tag and held it still so we could look at it. And here is what it looks like.
Sometimes life is so discouraging. Sometimes, you just can’t make stuff up that’s weird enough.
writing prompt: Have a character stuffed in a trunk by somebody.