It was a letdown. Every other weekend and alternating Tuesdays. Miniature golf and fucking drive thrus. Everything’s wrapped in wax paper and grease, and the car stinks of French fries and dirty diapers. All those sticky fingerprints on the leather and can we stop now, I have to pee. But what’s a divorced Dad to do? Kill something maybe? Come find out in Cheryl Anne Gardner’s latest flash fiction selection titled Road Kill now featured at Black Heart Magazine.