Dec 28, 2022
4 min read
Saint Uber Don’t Make Mistakes
Prompted flash fiction (Detroit, supermodel, raindrop)
A signal or four got crossed and the driver dropped me at a party store in Hamtramck. I begged him to take me somewhere else, like where I was actually going, but he told me “Saint Uber don't make mistakes,” pushed me out the door, and left rubber getting out of there.
