[Fiction] Bounce

The low-end family-sized silver van took the corner Abraham himself was passing just fast enough to make it lean a little toward where he was walking and, seemingly, to eject a clip of voice through an open window in his direction. What Abraham heard was:

“It has nothing to do with your fucking brakes.”

Abraham glanced over his shoulder after the van, hoping in a vague way to hear more. By the time he could see it again the vehicle was already a block and a half away. As he turned his head back forward he noticed in the very farthest corner of his eye what appeared to be a bright red soft drink can fly from the van’s passenger-side window. The can, if it was a can, hit the curb and bounced straight up.