When he maneuvered the pick-up into an empty space and shut off the ignition, the death grip which remained on the steering wheel didn’t, or shall I say, couldn’t, have gone unnoticed. Knuckles bloodless, his shoulders raised amid the expansion of his chest as he heaved the entire worlds oxygen s...
The rage he felt easy for all to witness in the swift and hastiness of his driving. I had no idea what to do. Should I tidy up? Should I leave everything as it is and call the police? My head was throbbing, my heart racing. How could such a great day be turned into complet...