Literature
Relax
“Relax”
Weary, Mark pulls onto the crowded road to the ticking sound of his blinker, and though he’s finally heading home for the day, his shoulders are tense. The steering wheel of his dusty, red Oldsmobile would have indentions from the constant pressure of his fingers if it hadn’t been made out of a hard material. Even so, he grasps the wheel as if he’s attempting to strangle its last breath out of it while small paint chips crack off and cling to his sticky palms. Beads of sweat run down his forehead, and he internally curses about how incredibly inconvenient it is to have a broken air conditioner in the de