NECCESSARY FORCE a short story
Necessary Force The rusty old Pontiac made grinding sounds whenever his mother changed gears. The shock absorbers were so ancient that every bump on the pavement jarred the two occupants like they were on a funhouse ride. This particular ride, however, was no fun at all. Her passenger was her son, a man in his late twenties His hands and hair had gone unwashed for weeks. His stained, smelly...