DON stood on the edge of the sidewalk, feet wide apart, shoulders hunched inside his jacket, as he watched the car gather speed and roar away. The red tail light vanished at the next corner, and gradually the sound faded, leaving only silence with an undertone of traffic somewhere in the distance. He turned defiantly toward the house...
"The Wild Ones,"
Sketch: Vol. 22
, Article 5.
Available at: http://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol22/iss2/5