The ride_(1)
The long winding road only reviled itself as far as the headlights stretched. The low hum of the tires as it runs along the paved highways. He had very little stimuli on this long trip, few lights, just a flat road and corn fields. Adam’s eyes felt as though there was sandpaper on the lids and with every blink he felt the abrasion. He’s glancing over every so often, to look at his wife Jenny in her comatose state. Even as he strayed off the road to verify that the rumble-strips are still there, did not seem to faze her. They have been driving for just over 5 hours now, after a rash decision to get on the road after dark. They had been invited to a wedding and figured it best to leave shortly …