Jan 14th | David Henson

 

I’m listening to one of my favorite oldies by the Temptations when I see the driver in the blue Ford ahead of me reach over and hit the person in the passenger’s seat. I think. It’s hard to tell because of the headrests. When the passenger door opens partway, the car speeds up, and the door closes. I gun it and pull alongside.

The guy driving glares daggers at me. A woman is with him. She might have a black eye and swollen lip but I can’t see her clearly. The guy makes a sudden right. I try to turn from the left lane but swerve away from a blaring horn. I convince myself I’ve let my imagination run wild and continue home.

The next morning I read in the newspaper about a man’s body being found in an abandoned blue Ford. I close my eyes, take a few deep breaths, and manage to paint the car from yesterday red.