my favorite car drove by ……..
cecilyc123
This is not your usual break-up story: You see, the rain, not another man, is the culprit here. We were many things that day, but we were not ourselves on account of the rain.
We were breakfasting on poached eggs and companionable silence, putting off the inevitable, the long walk in the rain to the train, two cubicles awaiting us at the end of the line. The television news played on mute, Smoky Robinson crooned in my head. “The Tracks of My Tears,†or some such thing.
I like to think it was spontaneous, not anything we’d planned or forseen. As I said, I blame it on the rain. The rain washed over her and swept her out the door while I poured us both a cup of tea. The scrape of her chair on the floorboards drew me ‘round, and when I turned to the window, she was already pulling away.
When she left, she took what was mine. What I’d confessed just moments before I loved much more than I could ever love her: My Bahaus-inspired, Citroën 2CV.
No matter that I was kidding.
(The rain made me say it.)
And damn, that car looked beautiful in the rain.
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