He went outside, into the cold, lonely night, feeling very sorry for himself. Maybe the ground would open up and he’d disappear. Eventually, when they realized he was gone, maybe they’d be sorry. Or not. When he looked toward the barn all he saw, besides the dark bulk of the fallen timbers, hay and stall walls, was the back end of Emrys car. He walked over to it to see what it looked like close up.
It was beautiful. He looked around; nobody was outside. He pictured couples in every room, having s*x. Everyone except for him. He slid into the car’s luxurious front seat and saw that the keys were in the ignition. Well, isn’t that nice? Maybe I have a partner anyhow. So what if was a car and not a girl? Didn’t cars get called she anyhow, like ships? I’ll call her, um, Christine, after the boo
