The Viper

Dear Flash,

I haven’t written in a while, and I do apologize for that. Part of that has been that you’ve been on relatively good behavior. Admittedly, part of it is also that I have been distracted by other things. And while it has seemed like you have been a supportive, positive influence in the turmoil that has ensued lately, today the true Flash revealed himself once again.

You and I have traveled down many a road together. I thought you understood the basic workings of an automobile and taking a ride in the car. At least, you’ve always seemed to enjoy it. But I guess you haven’t figured everything out yet so now’s the time to tell you: they’re called windshield wipers. And while they clearly drive you mad, I must use them when it’s raining outside so that we can get home safely when riding the car. In the future if you’re confused by something please feel free to simply ask me about it. You don’t have to turn into a freaky Freakazoid every time you see something new.

Love, Nina