Backseat Jostling

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Photo: Thais Ribeiro on Unsplash

 

“Mama, he’s touching me!”

She tightened her grip on the steering wheel.

“Mama, he’s breathing on me!”

She inhaled.

“How come he always gets the window?”

She sighed.

“I don’t have room!”

She braked.

“Stop this or you can all walk home!”

 

 

 

For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Jostle in 42 words

 

 

25 thoughts on “Backseat Jostling

  1. Och, lawdy. I could write this scene 100 different ways in as many different places, but only because I can not longer recall two-thirds of them.
    They’re all in their 40s now, and have had their own experiences. It was good I loved them, cuz i’d long before had enough. πŸ™‚

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