It’s Not A Question — It’s A Command

 

We’re going for a walk

“Sorry, Caped Crusader, I have to go into town.” And I find myself doing that thing of explaining the trip, promising we’ll go for a walk later.

I once saw a psychologist on a Problem Pets programme, berating people for reasoning with their dogs. I knew at the time I was a lost cause. I’ve caught myself reasoning with the car.

On which, I set off down the drive, giving the car a cheery greeting.

Some unholy alliance had been struck behind my back. The car was going nowhere other than onto the back of a tow truck.

Some flimsy excuse about a clutch.

“Come on then, Caped Crusader. You were right. We’re going for a walk.”

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Originally published in The Haven