Hearse
I was in a good mood. I had just been dismissed early from my shift at the hospital, and I looked forward to an empty house where I could eat lunch, watch reality TV recaps, and take a nap in peace. The sun shone brightly as I drove down the freeway, which was surprisingly free of the infamous Miami traffic. I love my fourth year, I thought to myself. The upperclassmen weren’t kidding when they said that the fourth year of med school is the best. Nothing beat being free from the obligation to study for exams after a long day at the hospital.