Picture it and Write: Untouchable

by joetwo

Hi there! This is my offering for this week’s picture it and write for Ermilia’s blog here. Once again, the picture is not mine it is by Mancity, I only use it for inspiration. Anyway Enjoy!


On the arid plains around the townships outside Nairobi cars, planes, or anything metallic in general don’t last very long. There is an entire industry involving everyone from the local street urchins to the heads of the great crime gangs revolving around the stripping down metal and then selling it on for scrap. Needless to say, the scrap merchants in Nairobi don’t have very strict controls rules over asking questions and unless there is a person still in the car when it arrives, shouting in protest or, better yet, brandishing a gun to the same effect, they will hand over good currency regardless.

In such a corrosive environment, it is inherently unusual to find anything, either on two or four wheels, just sitting there, being allowed to rust in peace. Something has be to special about those particular rust buckets, something that keeps people from stealing them.

Often it is lore or superstition that protects the object, certain symbols or objects denote magical or demonic protection and most of the locals are well versed in them. No sum of cash is worth toying with the other world so if there is even the slightest resemblance to the occult than everyone will refuse to go near it. Of course, there have been occasions were a car has been already half-broken up before these omens are seen and in that case everything is dropped and just left where they are, which I suppose for the owner may in fact be somewhat worse.

Illness in the course of demolition can also be a contraindication and someone coming down with a fever during the course of demolition can lead to practically a panic amongst the people. Instances of bad luck also cause many to think twice.

Sometimes, however, even those are not seen and it is virtually impossible to find exactly why people stay away. When asked, people will say, “It is cursed!” or “Protected” but no one will be able to tell you how they know that. It seems to the observer to turn into a wild goose-chase of “someone else said so”. The startling conclusion being that no one started the rumor, that there is no good reason to stay away other than that everyone else is, a supernatural version of not taking the last cake in the box just in case there is something wrong with it.

For the wrecks themselves this is all irrelevant, for they just sit there, stuck beneath the burning sun, gathering dust and rust, unmoving and in general, untouchable.