Clara’s thumbs tick-tocked the steering wheel’s curve, her eyes intent on any break in the blocked-up freeway traffic. She’d said what needed to be said. She was done.
Harald, hands tucked under his thighs in the passenger seat, hummed his seven-note tune, over and over again. He nodded as her annoyance grew. It’d only take a moment—the right moment–to change her mind.
Clara took a chance, swerved onto the shoulder. “Get out!” she roared.
Harald smiled victory as her car spit gravel and grew small as it sped away.
Sweet! He knew she’d talk to him again!
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2019)
Carrot Ranch Prompt (08/15/19): In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes a sweet jam. It can take you to the kitchen or the smoky room of a back-alley bar. What makes it sweet? Go where the prompt leads you!