Road Rage

A fast food bag full of trash flew out the passenger side window of the car in front of us. It hit the ground at forty miles an hour and exploded like an overripe pumpkin, spreading paper, plastic and drink cups across the road.

"When I'm queen," the Muse said, "they're going to be in the first group of people I have put up against the wall."

"All hail the queen," I said.