Conrad stared at his sullen reflection in the cracked sideview mirror. He didn’t want to picture the front bumper.

The examiner tapped him. “You passed.”

“What? But, the mailbox — and the tree…”

“You’ve taken five tests this year. I’m six years from retirement. I wanna survive ’til then. You passed.”

Anna Zumbro lives in Washington, D.C. Her writing has been published in Thick Jam and Pound of Flash.