Watching From Afar
The furious mom sat staring out of her car window. She’d been parked outside the Starbucks for over twenty minutes by now. She had her eyes on someone.
Her gaze was trained on the girl grinning at each car going through the drive-through. “Fake smile and a fake person,” the mom grumbled to herself. Her rage was growing steadily, and she felt ready to bash her smiling face in.