STORY: ‘Headlines’

This job is awesome, Damien thought, as he sped up another darkened street. The road is all mine and I know how to use it.

He reached for a paper, glancing at the headlines. He grinned. How many people get to read on the job?

Shoving his arm through the window, he lobbed the rolled newspaper over the roof of the car. And how many people get to throw things at work?

The toss was good, Damien knew it right away. The paper came into view in the early morning gloom, a spinning missile arcing its way towards the door of the house.

Then the door opened. Damien ducked and swore and screeched away.

Next morning, the headlines caught his eye. ‘Pensioner Dead,’ they said. ‘Tragic Head Blow Mystery.’

Damien still loves his job. He drives fast and throws hard. These days, though, he doesn’t read the headlines.