random incoherence and infantile meanderings

they were parked in, stuck in a traffic snarl that filled the grid, crossed all the lines and would have had them in trouble with the police, if the police had anyway to get over all the cars that were also blocking the gridd. That was okay though, because they had just discovered that their lives were just as interlocked. She was his sister.

It isn’t very  pretty, but that is my first stab at oneword, where they give you a random single word and sixty seconds to go. My word was grid.