Jim drove on ignoring the thumbs. Get your own car, he thought. He saw her while changing the radio channel. Pretty girl in blue asking for a lift. He stopped the car.
Her car broke down she said and rambled about some meeting to attend. Jim just stared back. She reminded him a lot of his ex-wife. He opened the car door. She got in and continued grumbling about her car.
Shut up, he thought. But she didn’t. Just like his ex-wife. He felt the heat rising to his face. His right hand itched.
He regretted it later.
Writing also for #WritingWednesdays from Write Tribe.