“Duck,” Layla commands as we turn down Adam’s street.
I’m crouched in the tiny space in front of the passenger seat, my cheek pressed to the dash.
“OMG, he’s just sitting there in his living room, like, reading a book or something,” Layla says as though she’s disappointed.
“I told you he wasn’t cheating on me!”
“I just didn’t think it was possible for one guy to be that…that…perfect.”
I did, I think to myself as we drive away.
The prompt for the six sentence story challenge this week is duck.