I had a constricting experience.
The evening was a quiet grave; the silence pierced only by the occasional chirp of a cricket. I strained my eyes in the darkness, trying to find nothing in particular. Questions ran in my head but I brushed them away—they don’t really matter anymore.
I let myself relax into the car seat, feeling its leather on my skin for, hopefully, the last time. With my hands on the wheel, I waited for something that may not come.
Time passed. Minutes?
I didn’t know and I didn’t really care.
Finally, there it was: the light at the end of the line.
I started the engine.
In moments, I will fill this silence with the sound of screeching tires and sirens.