FICTION
Following the Road Map of Life or Charting Your Own Course
Do you let Google or the gods direct your path? A Short Story
“Did you bring the map? Ted asked crossing his left hand over his right on the steering wheel while executing the turn.
“You did that turn all wrong, Dad,” Jordan piped up from the backseat. He had recently received his permit and was gleefully full of helpful unsolicited driving advice for his father.
I swear that child takes notes in class simply to find things he can criticize me for, Ted thought to himself glancing at his son in the rearview mirror.
“What map?” asked Gloria as she rummaged in her pocketbook for a peppermint. Gloria tended towards carsickness on long journeys and sucking on a sweet settled her stomach.
“You should never cross your arms while turning, Dad. When you do both arms end up fully extended reducing your ability to maneuver quickly. Plus if the airbag goes off while your hands are like that?” Jordan dramatically held his arms in front of his face, “Poof!” He exploded his arms outward catching his sister in the chin, “Two broken arms!”
“Watch it doofus,” Rachel murmured trying to move even further away from her brother. “Keep your hands to yourself.”
