"Mommy!"

This is fiction. Nothing in this story actually happened to me, or anyone I know.

“I'm bored. Let's pinch from the stash in the spare," Tommy announced from the back of the car.

Ari took his eyes off the road to share a glance with Jeff, who, riding shotgun, took the hint.

“No way, man," Jeff shouted, competing with the music on the stereo. "We’re in deep backwoods, in the South. This place lynches potheads!”

When his smug laughter subs…