Turn of the Wheel


Friday afternoon.

The girl at the wheel didn’t deserve her licence but if Joe failed her, the paperwork would keep him from happy hour.

“Ok, you passed. Take us back.”

“Really? Even after that rear-ender?”

“Your lucky day, kid.”

“I guess so.”

“Where ya goin’? The office is the other way.”

“Something to show you, mister. Here we are.”

“The bridge? Quit fooling around.”

“No fooling, mister. My brother drove my family off this bridge after you licensed him. He shouldn’t have been driving.”

“Ain’t my fault, kid. Shit happens.”

“Sure does. Can you swim?”

“Swim? Stop, kid! Wha-”

Ryan Stone

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