(Fiction from the 2017 edition of Signet Literary Magazine)
window was useless. He shut the visor and leaned his head back to take a nap.
louder than the rest, glancing over at the child to see if he heard.
Frank cracked an eye. “Okay. What do you want me to do about it?” He sighed and
“Oh, screw you, you always get what you want. Why can’t you accept that you might be wrong for once?”