I lean across the driver’s seat to drag and twist myself in. A flapping fish? A human corkscrew?

The wind is strong. Please, door, stay open.

One must keep doing things, seeing people.

A man says, “Is this your hat?”

One less thing to manage.

“No.” Remember manners. “Thank you.”

Elizabeth Leyland writes short and long fiction and lives in the UK. She has been published by Fairfield Scribes and CafeLit.