💩Fiction

Driving Under Pressure

And praying for green

Photo by Samuele Errico Piccarini on Unsplash

The phone rings, it’s my wife. She’s been out all morning, and I’m elbow deep into a tuna sandwich when she calls.

“Open the door quick.” she says.

I stop chewing. “Huh?” I know she’s not in the driveway, I’m sitting in the bay window looking out. She’s not even home.