The Car

A Chevy Berlinetta. Her husband had surprised her. The sun began to set, and he drove them with the top down. She said to him she loved him. She didn’t care about the car much. She drove it, pushing on the pedal. They went to the Gulf, which would be a hurricane much later, things destroyed and gone and folks: their future former neighbors with their shark boat, who they would grow attached to. She pressed her shoe to the pedal. It was a car much faster than either of them had beforehand.