The Little Red Car

Her favorite streets are the twisty ones. Only there does she feel in control. They're lined with beautiful homes; these homes have personality. She can feel the memories. One day she'll own one of those houses. Other's memories are no good to her.

She fell in love with this car on sight. It surprised her, that true love. She would take care of this car, and it would take care of her. She would learn how to master its quirks, and it would learn how to take her where she needed to be. It was a security she had never known. She chose to disregard that it had come to her in a piece of machinery...the people could follow along.

Her father doesn't like the car. It's a two-seater, and that's not safe. But it's beautiful, this car, and that is what she told him. She earned the money, she negotiated the deal. He wanted no part in it, and that's the way it happened. He argues his part was the weekly driving tutorials. Well then, Dad, be proud of me in my little red car. Your skills are driving it. And don't worry, Dad. I'll be just fine.

That car is her escape. It keeps her sane. No amount of drama, pressure, or guilt-trips can keep her away from the road. One day, she says, one day I will drive my little red car and never come back. Never look back.