It was Saturday night and she was set: she had a bottle of chardonnay chilling in the fridge, a plate full of pad thai, and a marathon on Lifetime, stuffed full of taboo romance. She pulled to the exit of the shopping center, clicking on her turn signal. She shot her head to the left. The coast was clear except for a black car that was at least a hundred feet away. With three lanes for traffic flow, she eased onto the road, her mind on her evening and- THWOK. Her car lurched forward with a metallic crunch. Holy shit. She’d just been rear ended. She cast a look of disgust at her rearview and saw the black car she’d seen a couple of blocks away glaring back at her. “Great,” she muttered, petering down the road and pulling into the next shopping center on her right. “Just great.” She braked after she maneuvered next to the side curb and put her car in park, killing the engine with a groan. She tossed a sad look at her carton of thai food, her mind already calculating. When she stepped out of her car and got a hold of her rear bumper, punched in a perfect impression of the black sedan’s front, she seethed, the numbers ticking away.
