By Riley Sadlier
It takes me ten minutes to get home. I’ve waited around long enough that dinner should be on the table for me, not yet cold or congealing in its juices.
I ease slowly into drive, carefully selecting the few songs I’ll be able to fit in.
A woman runs up beside my car; she tries the handle, but it’s locked. She screams. Long, howling anguish. Whether she actually says anything I don’t know; I can’t hear her. She runs up the road, tearing at her auburn hair.
Surely one of those other cars will stop for her; I have dinner waiting.
Great, concise story. It comments on society in a way that is sad and true. I am also left wondering though, was the woman in danger or crazy? Thought-provoking.