Pretending to Drive

A boy stands on the wheel of the BMW and put his hands on the hood. He uses it to push himself off, jumps onto the curb. The man wipes a smudge from the hood and picks the boy up. He takes him around to the street passenger's side, opens the door, puts the boy in, closes the door. The man is waiting and looking, impatiently perhaps, at other people on the street, other cars going by. He finally leaves, walks away. The boy is busy with a comic book. He asks a silent question, receives no answer. He looks up. There is no one in the car with him. There is no one outside. He screams and cries, tries to open the door, he cannot. He climbs into the front seat, looking around, looking for something. He gives up. He plays with the steering wheel. The boy pretends to drive, laughs, forgets.