Hijacked By Love

Belinda slammed on the brakes as the light changed from yellow to red. No need to add a ticket to her current state of misery, she silently mocked as she fumbled with the gear stick mounted in the floor of the posh auto. Drawing in a deep breath, she held the cell phone to her mouth again. “Dave - the idiot behind me is about an inch away from my rear bumper,” she informed, her hand and voice shaking in the process.