Fiction | Short Story

Buckle Up

When a seatbelt is held in the fist of one human, and swung at another human, there are a few possible outcomes.

“If you change your mind,
I’m the first in line,
Honey I’m still free
Take a chance on me
If you need me
Let me know
Gonna be a-round
If you got no
Place to go
If you’re feeling down.”


“There’s that look
In your eyes
I can read in your face
That your feelings are driving you wild
Aw but girl you’re only a child.”