Caged

I found many junk shops in our industrial district: heaps of old cars, trucks, agricultural machines. And in between, this small lot with a single car wreck guarded by a beautiful well-fed dog. There's nothing else in there, and this completely destroyed car has been sitting there for quite a while. 
The impact must have been violent, and it's hard to imagine that the driver survived this accident. The front is gone, smashed into the backseat. 
I imagine this to be a memorial, possibly set up by the father of the young driver. Every day he comes to feed the dog that guards the memory of his son.