Hit and Run

"What do we do now?" I asked. I knew he didn't have any more answers than I did, but I also wanted to hear him say anything that might comfort me. I wanted him to find words that might shield me from the reality that was only beginning to sink in. I watched his face remain neutral, unfazed by my question and it hit me that he might need comforting more than I did. All he could do was stare out into the distance and keep his foot on the accelerator. Perhaps it was the very continuity of the unchanging landscape that was keeping him sane, the way the music was helping me ignore the dullness I was feeling.

"We run," he said. And run, we did.