The Junkyard. Norm Scanlon

The aftermath of the collision was silent and haunting. One car was on its side with crippled wheels spinning; the other was off the road in a shallow ditch.     Three bodies were strewn along the roadway, lifeless and broken. One was a child no more than twelve. A chilling, fretful rain fell upon the carnage, happily oblivious to the heartbreak that would soon be known only to the living. 🍓 Запрещённое в соцсетях искусство — t.me/kartiny/5953     Jimmy Gray was nestled inside the trunk of a rusty old '72 Chevrolet.…