A few weeks ago, while up at my cottage, I stumbled upon a parts of an old car. We were just mucking around in the forest behind the cottage, and there it was, half hidden beneath the earth. Definitely wasn’t expecting it…Fingers crossed that there aren’t any dead bodies anywhere (kidding). It would make for a good murder mystery novel though.
What are your thoughts on this? How do you think the car got there (specifically Northern Ontario, cottage country)? Why do you suppose someone left it? I’m thinking time travel, but that’s just my wild imagination talking.
I hope I’ve caused some sort of inspiration for you. 🙂