/lit/ - Literature

What does /lit/ think of my short story?
This is the first thing I've ever written outside of school so please be kind :3

Grey

The first monday of the new month brought a unique fragrance into the air that while practically reminiscent of the the year before had a certain level of heaviness soaking it down to the floor and earth. Every breath had a taste of the faintest memories of peaches, or an artificial peach like flavor, perhaps a parody of what a peach is “supposed” to taste like. The small city found itself encapsulated by a warm orange sunset that filled the sky. The clouds looked like used tampons submersed in water as they spiraled towards the setting giant. The city was silent. Yes, there were people out and they were doing things, like shopping, eating, and leaving from work or heading to work but few were talking and no one said words that didn’t need to be said.
Mark Newton was crossing the empty intersection at a diagonal angle, he walked somewhat freely, his arms seemed like they had been tacked onto him. Bouncing with each step. He walked into a parking lot of considerable size but with few vehicles in it. The ones that were there hadn’t been moved in what seemed like ages. Mark had walked through here so often and he had come to know the area so well that he started to come up with names for these cars, stories, and even personalities. Parked near perfectly in the middle of a row of empty parking spaces was “Grey”. He called this car Grey because it was grey. Mark actually had little to no knowledge of cars and how they worked, what their names were, or what ones were preferable to others. Today Grey wasn’t grey, well Grey was “grey” but Grey was “painted” on by the reflecting sunlight. It made Grey look more appealing than it had previously and even invited Mark to spend more time looking at it than before. Grey was a surprisingly well kept old car that appeared to be from around the late 90’s. Mark had never seen it moved. He had believed at first that this might have been because the owner would drive it at times when he wasn’t around and by coincidence park it in the same spot before he got back. But after many years it became unlikely as the car was always parked in the exact same way. Mark never asked or talked to anyone about the cars, mostly due to the fact he believed no one else had much interest in it.

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