No Time for Caterpillars

Prompted Flash Fiction (caterpillar, throwing star, DMV)

“Mom, look!” I point so fast my hand smacks the scented pine tree hanging from her rearview mirror. It’s been there so long I don’t think it has any smell left, but whatever.

“What?” She doesn’t look up. She’s on Bumble, which is just weird. I mean, I get it, Dad’s been gone a long time, like, years, but still, it’s weird. Cami told me it could be worse,…