Oct 1, 2018
4 min read
The haptic kiss
To brighten a sad drive home
by Mike Meyer
She walked to the car and a sad wind answered before the question was asked. The car opened its door and welcomed her home. She sensed it wanted to dance. That was strange.
No foolishness now, she told it, but a scenic route home would be nice. The car literally paused to take the hint and a drive that avoided the new and…
