Straightening the Line
My axles clicked softly, and the stillness gave way. I blinked, registering the smooth expanse of the floorboards beneath me. Ahead, several vehicles rested in neat formations, while a small red car sat slightly off-angle nearby. I eased my front tires forward, testing the grip. Rolling half an inch along the wood grain, I squared up parallel to the dark line in the flooring, bringing order to my position.