Forfeit - Part One

Mark sat at the light and didn't move. Behind him the horns of other cars threatened to form an orchestra. The driver immediately behind Mark leaned out of his window, waived his arm and screamed. The light turned red again, and the driver behind Mark cursed and held down his horn.

The light changed back to green, and Mark didn't move. The horns sounded again. The driver behind Mark got out of his car and came up beside Mark's door. He slapped the window by Mark's head. Mark didn't look.

"Move it asshole! What the fuck is your problem?"

Mark's hands sat on the steering wheel. His eyes pointed straight ahead. The man grabbed the door handle and pulled on it, but the door was locked. He kicked the door, denting it. Mark didn't move. The man spit on Mark's window. Mark didn't move.