Speeding Stories

The roads by my parents’ house were pretty windy, but I knew them like the back of my hand. I was just leaving our family dinner, where we met my sister’s fiancé for the first time. He seemed nice, a banker from the city who seemed to check off all the boxes she had on her list ever since she was a schoolgirl. Meanwhile here I was, the big sister, too busy creating a professional name for myself to bother with many long-t...

It was a typical summer day in sunny Southern California. I had some personal business to do in San Diego and my boyfriend, Mack, decided to drive me in his late model Ford Bronco (circa 1990’s-ish). We left early and took the I-15 south to our destination. After I took care of what I needed to take care of, we ran around and had fun. I was wearing a tank top, shorts, and sandals. He was wearing his trademark jean shorts,...

The road gently curved to the right, a long ribbon of black-grey asphalt twisting through the big trees. Bored already--the thought of another visit to her Grandmother’s wasn’t a good one--she turned up the radio. It was a long drive. She rubbed herself on the outside of her jeans, teasing herself, to help with the boredom. The hood of a white car flashed by, most of the car hidden in the trees. She didn’t think about it,...