It was Sunday and I was out for a drive with my parents on a beautiful sunny Sunday afternoon in California heading to Griffith Park.
We happened upon a traffic jam, not unusual for Los Angeles, and there was a car beside us with several young guys looking over at me in the backseat.
Our windows were down, and I heard one of the guys say, wow check her out. The next comment was, ya, but look what she’s going to look like when she’s older.
I had hoped that my stepmother who was a large woman had not heard this comment as I’m sure it would have made her feel bad.
I can remember thinking, yes but we’re not blood-related.
© Susan Zutautas 2019
This short story was written for Six Sentence Story The word prompt this week is “Drive”.