I was seeing.
My car was pink.
And I don’t mean someone had splashed a little paint on the hood.
The entire vehicle had been covered.
The roof.
The doors.
The trunk.
The windows.
The mirrors.
Even the headlights.
Someone had apparently spent hours in my driveway overnight coating practically every visible surface in bright pink paint.
It wasn’t professionally done either.
There were thick streaks along the doors.
Drops had hardened down the sides.
The windshield was almost completely covered.
I walked closer in disbelief.
“What the hell?”
Then I slowly looked toward Denise’s house.
Her curtains were closed.
The trash cans had been annoying.
The hose had been childish.
This was something else entirely.
Someone had deliberately ruined my car.
I called the police immediately.
An officer walked around the vehicle taking pictures.
“Do you have security cameras?”
“No.”
“Did anyone see
