Nov 21
2024
Stuck at the Bump
I had been in line for a solid ten minutes at the Demolition Derby, my eyes fixed on the navy bumper car with the silver streak. I was with a good friend who had already chosen the red car, her favorite. While I kept a sharp watch to ensure I’d get my pick when the gate finally opened, she seemed lost in thought. Naturally, I was curious—what had caught her attention?