Going Where You Look
“Slow down before we reach the intersection.” I clutched the steering wheel with sweaty hands as I followed the instructor’s direction. The car lurched toward the side of the highway, the front tires perilously close to the edge of the pavement, where a six-inch drop-off threatened to flip us over.
Read the rest in Chicken Soup–Inspiration for Writers. Our story is in Chapter 4, beginning on page 131.