By: Carolyn Divish.
“I lost my TimeCar. I just don’t know when it is now.”
I’d only gone into the house for a second to fetch the ill-fitting caftan I wanted to unbuy. When I returned, the TimeCar was gone. I’d stupidly left it running. Was it listed as abandoned yesterday or was it three years ago? My tracker app has both down as options. But it’s also possibly far in the future.
“Happens all the time.” The TimeCar tracking technician didn’t note the irony of his words. “You’re out of courtesy events.”
I paid the fee. Tomorrow, I’ll unbuy the damn thing.
© 2025. Carolyn Divish
A resident of Indianapolis, Carolyn Divish earned her MFA from Butler University. Her short stories, poetry, and essays have been featured in Coachella Review, Kit Magazine, Silver Birch Press, The KeepThings, and more.
Posted July 20, 2025.
