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.
The author was always fascinated by what could be contained in a brief moment. This urban middle class satire is part of a suite of short science fiction, fantasy and horror pieces by BP Gregory, each its own little maelstrom of human suffering and longing.