Dr. Peter White Short story by: Omar Black

The evenings young and the night is creeping upon me like my shadow. My phones ringing nonstop as I speed through the chaotic streets of downtown Chicago. The only person on my mind is my mistress even though my wife's calling me constantly. The frustration is building on my face as I glimpse down at my phone's screen which is displaying my wife's name. She's the only person who'll call me back to back to back. "Damnit!" I yelled as I slammed on breaks because the dumbass before me was fearful of driving through a yellow light....... To be continued!