Next morning, after a light breakfast shared with her husbands, Ruby stepped out of the house dressed in a fresh cream-colored robe, her long white hair tied in a loose braid that swayed as she walked. Her red eyes gleamed with focus as she unlocked her newly delivered car, the black surface reflecting the soft morning sun.
Her husbands peeked through the door to watch her go. Milo waved, Julian handed her a neatly packed tiffin from the porch and Karl yelled, "Drive like a queen!"
Ruby just chuckled and drove off.
She flew through the sky in her black car. Her long white hair was shining in the morning light, eyes focused ahead, the steering steady in her hands.
Below, villagers tilted their heads up.
"Is that… Ruby?"
"It is! That's her new sky car!"
"She was such a mess before—always drunk and shouting in alleys... I heard she couldn't even remember her own name some nights."
"Now she's flying above our heads in that shiny thing! Who would've guessed?!"
