Hanna followed his eye to the rear-view mirror. Looking to her own, she caught the orange flash of hazards in the side mirror, appearing closer than they were. “Someone will be.” And that was the end of that to her. The vehicle had served her well until it could serve her no more. It didn't belong to her and she felt no connection to it. Really, whether it rusted by the roadside meant little to her.
Her eyes roamed the cabin to steal snatches of his personal life from the litter and things in the cup holders. There she began assembling a picture of him. “Thank you by the way.” She said, sincerely. Thank you wasn’t a word she got to use often these days. The word did not feel strange or foreign to her, just nice to say and nicer to mean.
Her eyes roamed the cabin to steal snatches of his personal life from the litter and things in the cup holders. There she began assembling a picture of him. “Thank you by the way.” She said, sincerely. Thank you wasn’t a word she got to use often these days. The word did not feel strange or foreign to her, just nice to say and nicer to mean.