Aftermath
by Birgitt Schuknecht
Benny must think I'm crazy. Maybe he is right. After all - she... it was just a car. Oh God, I finally said it. I have trained so long to do so. I never believed I ever could. But then... I never thought it possible I could blow up my car in the first place.
It saved our lives, of course. There wasn't another way out. Still... I would have risked my life for it, without hesitation. But I couldn't risk my best friend's life. Or the life of that annoying boy. After all - it was just a car. Jesus, this is becoming a litany. Catholic Italian heritage. Works automatically. Maybe I'm still under shock.
I still remember the day I bought the Riviera. It was love at first sight. But there was something else. When I sat down in the driver's seat and touched the wheel in front of me I felt a kind of magic. It was like I freed a spirit. The whole car was a dedication to detail. A piece of art. And she spoke to me. Buying her was the first thing that I ever did for me. Not for my wife, not for my family, not for my friends, not for my job... just for myself.
Losing her meant losing a part of me. Jesus, I am crazy. But then... who's sane these days anyway?
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