Horror short story
White flecks circled in my tea but I steeled myself and sipped because she wasn't running to the papers as she should, in horror and glory ...
I was never a nervous driver until my Becky got her license. But then I discovered a car is also a weapon; every father's nightmare, and every mother's secret dream.
Drive can be enjoyed as part of Cacophony: Collected Short Stories Volume One. Click to go to Cacophony.