The Long Drive
Automatically turn the key. Engine thrums to life. Slowly edge out onto the street. The journey begins but the real trip is in my head. What shall I say or ask? Will conversation flow? Will recognition flicker … or fade? The drive proceeds and miles flow past, but my brain chugs hesitantly in first. Thoughts rattle and bump. Ideas rev and slow. Fears rotate endlessly. Will anybody be at home?
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