Reflections

Every single car had been left with keys still in the ignition. They had checked once, twice, just to confirm it. Many still had drinks left in cups, ice unmelted, coffee tumblers still hot. It was … not coincidence, Ray had concluded.

So all they had to do was move them. Except …

“Don’t know how to drive?” Olivia asked. Ray shook his head, hooves on the wheel, staring dumbfounded at the dashboard. “Aw, don’t worry about it - I didn’t get my license until I was 21. Here …”

She walked around and swung the passenger door open, hopping in right next to him. “First of all, put your seat belt on.”

He blinked at her, but obliged, clicking it into place. She did too. "So ... can you see out of the mirror?"

He shifted in the seat. "No." Whoever drove this car was sure as hell taller then him. Olivia lit up her horn and the mirror inside moved, slowly lowering.

"Just tell me when."

"Yeah, that's good." He swallowed. This was more complicated then he thought.

"You gotta do that every time you get in the car. Don't worry about your side mirrors, you can just stick your head out of the window, haha." Olivia twisted the key in the ignition, and the car hummed to life underneath them - and then started to move. "Oh, what the hell."

“I didn’t do anything-” Ray started. His hooves moved on the wheel, and the car started veering to the left, painfully inching closer to the one parked next to them.

“Step on the brake!” He looked at her, then at the wheel. “The brake!” She repeated, eyes wide. He stared at her again, lost. She paled. “T-the pedal on the left!”

He did, maybe a little too hard, and the car abruptly stopped, jerking both of them back and forth.

“Sorry.” Ray sighed, shifting around again. "I can find a different way to help-"

Olivia looked frazzled, but put a hoof on his shoulder. “Hey, hey, it’s alright. Lets just … keep going. Slower, this time.”