Literature
Air Head
I looked out the passenger-side window at the cloudless blue sky, anxiously beating my palms against the dashboard. The air was still and warm, though not hot, and a queasy ball of squirming anticipation roiled in my gut.
"Just let me out."
Mom sighed, her fingers tapping restlessly against the steering wheel. "Be patient, all right? We're already past the post office, the mall's only two blocks away."
"I'm gonna be late for work!"
"Not for another half hour."
I stretched my neck as high as I could while sitting, trying to see an end to the Friday afternoon traffic jam. Not a car was moving as far as I could see.
"At least let me get out