222. Daddy? Who’s Daddy!

Roger is chauffeur

It’s the school run,

Penrith Primary first,

My stop.

There’s tension,

I’m frustrated, angry.

I get out

Grab the door, preparing to slam it.

Grasping also …

For a hurtful barb.

One comes to mind.

I shout derisively, sarcastically:

Thanks.
DADDY!

Door slams.

I storm off.

Got him!