Straightaway Drift

Full throttle down the striped rug! My tires gripped the woven ridges, humming fast. Then—boom, an upside-down sneaker right in my lane. Stop? Never. I flicked my steering hard right, skidded across the slick wooden floorboard, and slid neatly beneath the dining chair leg. Clean detour. Parked in the shadows, cooling my axles.