A Mind of Its Own

Not Just a Car

"Vincent, stop working on that stupid car!" Quinn yelled at her husband Vincent who hadn't stopped working since he got home. Quinn was sick and tired of opening that same door and seeing Vincent in that same slouching position, working until his hands were raw.

"Just a few more minutes" Vincent crazily clamored, his eyes bloodshot due to lack of sleep. His shaky hands slowly found their way back to the car. The car was a sleek black car, and the headlights had a bluish glow that felt like it was staring into your soul. He was given this car by his wife, Quinn. Quinn was petite, yet beautiful. Her icy blue eyes glimmered, and her dark brown hair was styled short and sleek. She was the perfect partner. She gave the car to him for their one year anniversary. Vincent was ecstatic. He didn't expect anything nearly as big. Though he was confused, he never questioned it. When Quinn gave the car to him, she added, "This car has been in my family for decades."

"You can't keep doing this" Quinn shouted. "You can't keep neglecting Lisle and I for that car!"

"It's not just a car" he replied, his long unkempt hair covering his eyes. "It has a mind of its own, a mind I created." He looked down at the beautiful car and smiled.

Quinn was frustrated and stormed away with her fingers massaging her temples, as she heard their young son cry. Vincent could not understand why she was so angry. After all, it was a car that could think. Right?

After a few more grueling hours of working, Vincent decided to take a break from his masterpiece to take a quick nap.

"About time" Quinn murmured as she slipped into the garage with a sick smile across her face. "Yeah, a mind of its own."