George

Drizzle and my wide right turn caused it. She drove in the opposite direction and there was no space to pass. We stopped. She backed but not enough. Traffic backed up, cars honked and tensions rose. I asked if she could back up more. "No!" I walked back to my car:locked and engine on; drizzle now a torrent. As I walked back to the library I remembered my wallet spare key and smiled: a devilish grin.