I sat there anxiously as I watched him call in my plate numbers.
Reaching across, I opened the glove compartment and removed the vehicle identification papers and my insurance documents. He would examine those next.
Blue and red strobes were rhythmically reflecting in my mirrors and in the two awkwardly parked cars on either side of me waiting to be towed.
I wanted to get away… to reverse life’s choices… to hand the keys to my brother like he had asked me to at the party.
Too late now.
At least no one was hurt.
What a great birthday.
Written for The Carrot Ranch (99 Word Count Required)