Today you can write about anything, in whatever genre or form, but your post must include a speeding car, a phone call, and a crisp, bright morning. (Wildcard: you can swap any of the above for a good joke.)
It was a crisp, bright morning.
He was driving to work.
The phone rang.
He picked up and thus began his nightmare.
It was his estranged wife,
ringing about the divorce papers.
His blood pressure soared.
He did not need this.
Not the first thing in the day.
He began to filibuster.
She cut him short.
He thought he’d stop the car,
Hit the brakes and becalm the love of his life.
He pressed down on the accelerator instead.