Norman

The time had finally come.
The commute to college, while she didn't have to make it that often, was really taking a toll on the General. He was getting old. He couldn't handle the highways. He needed to retire from active duty, and spend his twilight years at her parent's place. In front of her sat her new used car. Her eyes glazed over it, and she glanced back at her old friend. Hey, at least her parents wouldn't sell it, just keep it in the driveway for hauling leaves and the sort. General Norman wasn't leaving forever. She gently placed her hand on the black hood and gazed absently inside the cab.
So much had happened in those two seats. Laughter, tears, self-realizations, and a whole damn lot of just thinking. General had seen people come and go, and even seen the few that had stuck around. She felt a lump in her throat. God, she loved that truck.
"Bye G. Norm," she muttered under her breath. "You've been great." As she watched the truck putter out of sight, her parents driving it back home, she almost shed a tear. With a deep breath, she turned to the new car. Hm, she thought. He looks kinda like a "Captain"...