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Blue

I sit on the coffee table. All day, every day. You might think this is weird if you didn’t know the truth, and the truth is that I am a car. A miniature blue Ford Model T, if you’d like to be specific. I used to belong to a man named Dominic. He was quite a nice guy. But one day he moved out and he left me on Mary’s coffee table, which is where I am now. Again, I’m getting a bit ahead of myself here. Mary is Dominic’s ex-girlfriend. I don’t think she likes me very much but she lets me sit here, minding my own business and dusts me once in a while. Which is all I’m asking for, to be honest. The advantage of being a miniature car that sits on a coffee table is that I get to see what goes on in people’s lives. In Mary’s life, at least. She’s a nice girl only that she’s been sad since Dominic left. I can’t really blame her. I miss him too. I remember the day he brought me home. But I’m getting sidetracked here so I won’t tell you how he pulled me out of the box and looked at me like I was magic and then sat me next to the other cars. No, sir, I won’t get sentimental. I won’t even tell you about my two friends, the red Ford Meteor or the black Thunderbird. I miss them as well. OK, back to what I was saying. Since Dominic left, Mary hasn’t brought home another man, which I have to say is fine by me. I don’t want another man. She did bring a friend and they sat on the couch and watched movies and I even let them put that big and cold bowl of ice cream in front of me because Mary was crying and I didn’t want to make her even sadder. After that she seemed a bit better. She still cries sometimes but only when no one else is around. That is if you don’t count me but I don’t think she knows I’m more then just a car. Oh, and the clock on the wall but he’s not a nice guy. He doesn’t talk to me because I am just a “tiny little car”. I bet he’s French. Stuck up creep.

Please excuse me for a moment but the annoying phone with which I have to share my coffee table is ringing. Can’t he see it’s 2 in the morning? What kind of person calls at this time of night? Mary’s not going to be too pleased with this. Just as I anticipated…she’s walking out of her bedroom and she’s looking really mad. Boy, is the phone going to get it now! Oh, no, she’s crying again! No, Mary, don’t cry…Huh, I guess she heard me because now she’s smiling. She didn’t slam the phone. Weird, she doesn’t look mad anymore. Wait a second, there’s someone at the door.

Dominic! Dominic’s back! He’s back, he’s back, he’s back! Aw, man, I want to cry. Why did the Tin Man get to cry and I don’t? They’re kissing and…Hey, buddy, where are you putting those hands? They look happy.

Maybe now he’ll move all the other cars back and I won’t be alone anymore.