Fiction: A Slice of Life
Traffic backs up at the red light; fists are raised, drivers swear, music thrums, dissonant and vibrating.
Hurry, Hurry, hurry, no time to waste.
One car, a dark blue Camry, slides to a slow stop.
In a shopping center parking lot, a young father with his son stands at
the edge, near the road, showing his boy the stopped cars and trucks, both laughing
and delighting in each other’s company.
In the Camry, a passenger, a woman, waves at them.
The father catches her eye and waves back. The little boy follows suit
and smiles broadly.
The woman smiles and continues to wave.
“Cuteness overload,” she says to the driver, a man.
They continue waving back and forth, the boy’s giggles reaching inside
the car, his cheeks growing red and cherubic.
The light changes; as the car inches forward, the woman blows a kiss to
the boy and father.
They blow kisses back.
As the Camry pulls ahead, the woman looks forward.
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