I Came Home From Overseas Expecting to See My 1969 Corvette Waiting

my car had blocked it for three years. Someone had rolled it out of here like it was just a thing. Like it was just metal and rubber and a price tag.

Like it wasn’t seven years of my life compressed into sixty-five inches of wheelbase.

My fingers found the key fob in my pocket by instinct, and I held it for a moment before I understood what I was doing.continue reading …