It happened again. A-fucking-gain.
I saw the trunk of my car wide open as I walked towards it. The small rear window was smashed. Shards of glass glittered in the back seat. Maps and other contents of my glove compartment decorated the front seats.
I looked in my trunk. It was stark empty. Hollow.
"Do you believe in guardian angels?"
Thomas shifts his glasses. "Guardian angels?" he replies, arching his brow.
"Yea. I sometimes wonder if I have one." The car in front of us comes to a stop and I take the moment to look up at the blue sky. "I've been in enough near-accidents in my car that I sometimes wonder if there's someone up above looking after me as I drive."
I admit it; I was nervous. Sweat beaded on my forehead when I walked into the room fifteen minutes late. The head chef was already well into her lecture.
Her assistant ushered me aside. "You have to choose one of these dishes to make tonight. Everyone will be participating in a dish of their choice."
I looked at the board. "Um, I'll take whatever is left."
Weekly random rambles, musings & writings of Mike Lee in San Francisco, CA