Sounds of Eliza by Anastasia Krasna

The wheels of his car hummed gently.
They rubbed themselves against the highway, giving this night a special charm. He loved to ride at night in his car, when most drivers watched dreams and the roads were so empty that sometimes wandering loneliness could be met.
He did not turn on the radio that night. He listened to the sounds of the road. He listened to the clatter of traffic lights and the rumble of other wheels. He listened to the squeak of the wind and the howling of an ambulance siren coming from the center of the city. He heard all this. The city did not breathe at that moment. All these sounds could be touched by hand.
The clock struck midnight and the sounds of the motorway acted hypnotically on him. His ears were contrasted with the groan of his car and the groans of Eliza when they were together. He sensed the warmth of her voice with amazing clarity, as if she was sitting next to him and whispering something to him. He imagined how her fingers were long and rustled with dry ringlets. He heard a rustle. This rustling appeared when she tucked her hair behind her ears. He clearly heard the tapping of her bracelet on the arm of the car. He heard the sound of her tongue. She did this when she thought about something and plunged into her dreams.
He's so used to it all. He did not want to believe that now he would bring her a small red suitcase and they would part forever. And he did not believe. He closed his eyes and touched what he loved most in the world. Sounds of Eliza.