Scenes

My sister has never been so angry

and that is saying something. Because

she is a queen among door-slammers.

We have packed our slim belongings

and are heading back down

the motorway. I watch her

force her earbuds deep

wind down the window

storm angrily at the traffic.

Hers is a protest song.

But I don’t like histrionics.

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