His knuckles and fingernails white on the steering wheel.

When the car in front of him slowed he cursed the driver, jerked into the left lane, and sped by him, glaring. If the guy had been within arm's reach, he'd have punched him.

I sat in the back seat and waited.

   
 
 
 
 
                   
 

 a sword lost in water acre by acre and night singing a woman in mouring