Pleased with the state of affairs, I switched off the lights and pulled the bag over my shoulder. Under the fluorescing energy savers, an ethereal figure with silvered hair walked towards me as I approached the glass door. I swiped the electronic card on the card reader and pulled at the door handle. I left my reflection behind, got past the darkened walkway, the lobby, the landing and then climbed down the dark stairs. Outside, the night was balmy, as the summer peaks. The car beeped as it unlocked. Turquoise is not a great color for the car. Neither is the car itself a design magnum opus. It is a box with a nose. But what can I say? when I bought it, I had a horrible case of... something. It is a souvenir. I can't bear to have the car anymore. I don't want to sell it to anyone else. I eased the car out of the parking lot and floored it as soon as I got out. The emptiness of the late Sunday evening zipped past as the turquoise crystal sliced through the humid air for the first time and also for the last time. Can it drift? After an hour of tire warming, the tires started smoking their way up the little hill. At the summit, I stopped. It just seemed ill fitting. Too rough. I drove it back home, gently. I contemplated taking it apart and putting it back together and see if that would help me bond with it. It felt like an autopsy. I just left it alone.
Today, at dawn, it looks like a fresh bloom after a stormy night... Soft and fragile... I am powerless to crush it. Indifference - Let's see if that works. I closed the door with cold deft touches. It seemed to smile innocently. The kind that wants you to dent it in real deep.