She walked to the Cadillac. The 1969. The one with the busted radiator and the leather seats that smelled of rust and milk. She placed her palm flat on its hood.
She touched her temple. The metal was warm now. Pliant. titanium pelicula
As for Alexia, she is still out there on the midnight highway. You will know her by the sound. Not a roar. A purr . And if you flash your brights at her, she will slow down. She will roll down her window. She walked to the Cadillac
Alexia climbed into the driver's seat, but she did not sit. She merged . Her vertebrae clicked into the steering column. Her ribs spread apart to accommodate the engine block, which now beat like a second heart. The car door closed over her like a lover's jaw. She placed her palm flat on its hood