This is a short story I wrote about a romantic car ride. It was the story of the week at Short Story America, February 18, 2011 and has also been included in the Short Story America Anthology, Volume II.
It was dark when they got into the car and there was rain on the windshield. Just the slightest sprinkling, moistening the lens. Tincturing. She thought: This could be what love is like. Like this. The world looks like this on love. In love.
She put her hands on the steering wheel. She felt goose bumps on her arms. He got in beside her and shut the door.
“Can I drive?” she asked. She was glad. How nice that word was to think of. Glad. She was happy. Good dinner. Good wine. Nice boy.
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