Today I’m up at Every Day Fiction with “My Girl,” the story of a car who’s losing her owner. Though I realize this is probably a sign that I’ll be crazy within a few years, running around in long johns and a tinfoil hat, the story was hard for me to write without some tears. Yes, it’s somewhat autobiographical. And yes, I ascribed those feelings to my piece of rolling metal. And yes, the new car is like a vapid supermodel — beautiful but frail. Every time a car like my old car drives by, I almost drive off the road trying to see if it’s mine.