Lit in Progress

Brittney took a stick of gum from her sequined hobo bag and hurriedly unwrapped it. She was late for her first class, but it was history so she wasn’t too concerned. She paused in front of the guest bathroom mirror and put on another layer of lip gloss. Pressed her lips together. Smiled insincerely.

She looked at the button that opened the garage. The light was out again; Dad ought to fix that, she thought. She pressed the button, and light poured over the waxed Camero she bought last year with her own money.

The silk-flower lei suspended from her rear-view mirror swayed as she opened the door and threw her purse into the passenger seat. She carefully adjusted her mirror and seat before starting it up. Backing out. She clicked it into drive (no, not a standard, oh, well) and smiled at the throaty purr as she pressed the gas pedal.