My nails have left their mark in my palms. We’re here. I’ve remained outwardly calm.
My only slip: “You’re going too slow! My God slow down! STOP! Good job. It’s green now.”
Relieved, someone else takes my place as passenger.
Anxiously I wait . . .
My child is now a licensed driver.
This post written in response to DP Challenge 50 words.
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/04/07/writing-challenge-fifty/
Good twist! I felt the tension in the words. Clever work.