Drabbles

The Two-Foot Dance

"I can't do this," I told my dad. I stared ahead, knuckles white on the steering wheel. Brake lights glowed red up the steep street before us.

"You did fine earlier," he said.

"That was on the flat. We're gonna roll back and hit the car behind us!"

"It'd be their own fault if we do. No excuse for sitting on bumpers, not here in Seattle."

"The light has changed," my mom said from the back seat.

"Oh no," I moaned, and wrestled the gearshift. Left foot ready to rev the clutch, I swapped my right from brake to accelerator...

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prompts: worried, excuse