Urban fiction short story
FYI revving the engine and mashing the horn does nothing, I’ve tried both. Nudging them aside with the bumper is the only way to move forward. Hands batter the paneling to all sides of me in eerie silence ...
The starving folk in rags love gathering on my lawn to wait for me to get home. More every day.
White Picket can be enjoyed as part of Vu Ja De: Collected Short Stories Volume III.