Rush

Outside of the car the air already shimmered with summer heat. Inside, the cool air of the car’s air-conditioning unit created a blissful haven for the young woman tapping her fingers impatiently on the steering wheel. Music flowed from the radio providing a brief distraction from the log jam of vehicles crowding the interstate.

At a snail’s pace the pack moved, starting and stopping in an undulating wave reminiscent of the expanding and collapsing of an accordion.

She sighed.

A glance at the digital clock on the dashboard confirmed her suspicions. She was going to be late to the office.