January 25, 2018, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that goes to the edge. Consider what the edge might be and how it informs the story. Go where the prompt leads.
Road rage had been the fuel driving him towards madness. He had flown down the highway with his object in view, a Volkswagon Jetta creeping slowly in the fast lane, the passing lane. He tailed too closely, much too closely. That driver should move over to the right lane and clear the way, he thought.
“It was an accident,” Steve protested the cold, hard steel handcuffs biting into the little flesh there was near his wrists. Confinement and restriction were a new edge to his reality that he hadn’t known previously. He had only known freedom on the road.