Diary Drabble: Fast

When the car speeding past them honked their horn, Vincent shrank deeper into his seat.

“They’re driving too fast,” Frank said before Vincent could open his mouth. “I’m sticking to the speed limit.”

“I never said a word.”

“But you felt several, probably.”

“They made me jump. It wasn’t a reflection on your driving.”

Frank’s eyes narrowed. Vincent slid his hand into his lap and squeezed his thigh. “I know you’re nervous. But you’re not on your own. Promise.”

“I know,” Frank said, covering...