and lights flash on the dash. It took me days to spot it, not wise enough to stick my head under the car and scan for damage. But there it was, plain in sight as the UXB melodrama, the hero poised with wirecutters. Could it be I saw the same wire loose when the wheel was off for a check a few months back? Why didn’t I say anything to the mechanic? There’ve been so many repairs of sensors, leaks, broken parts of late I’ve lost track, I confess. But I shall swap out the battery and restore the flow with a loom, send a gush of charged particles to the motor assembly and chase down any other faults until the dash is clear. Living is engaging, fixing the broken wires.