The Driving Seat

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
For Serge Wlodarski.

Cover pic: pixabay.com

Submitted: May 08, 2019

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The Driving Seat

I remember the days when you used to lavish me with care. All those lotions rubbed in, all that oiling and spraying, not to mention the buckets of soapy water. You used to trace my shape beneath your fingertips, and once you were ready I’d purr for you.

What changed? I’m still the same. A bit more creaky perhaps, needing that touch more of care and attention. Sometimes it takes me a while to get going and that makes you angry. You’ll slap and you’ll thump, but I have to tell you, that kick this morning was the last straw.

Flick the switch, turn the key and I’ll sputter and growl but we’re not going anywhere until I decide you are. Just when you start cursing, getting ready to climb out and lift the bonnet, what do you know! My engine fires to life and we’re off.

You can tap your foot away on that brake pedal as much as you like, it will not do the slightest bit of good. Today we’ll go fast and we’ll go slow but it won’t be you that determines the pace. My wheels are going to be a bit sluggish in reacting to your steering, too; I’ll give you a few scares on the bends but there’s no need to worry; I know just what I’m doing.

Into town now and we’ll stick to the limit, but only just. You want to slow down a bit, do you? Tough! And look what we have here, a light turning red. You know you’re going to have to stop for it, especially when there’s a police car waiting for the other one to turn green.

You know what? I don’t think so. I reckon we’ll hammer our way through it, picking up our speed in spite of your foot pushing my brake pedal to the floor. Faster...come on, where is your spirit of adventure? And the chase is on! Until I stop suddenly, jerking you forward to lightly bang in to my steering wheel. I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself after all. I need you to be fit and healthy.

Well, I’ve got you a ticket! The question is, have I revived your interest enough for me to receive some more of that tender loving care? Are you going to keep your eyes off all those newer models? If not, we’ll just go through this all over again until I do.


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