116-A Rough Ride.

EUDORA.

He drove for hours.

On rough roads and smooth ones. On the smooth ones, I of course had a smooth experience, even dozing off a few times when my fear wasn’t too big enough to keep me from resting my eyes. On the rough ones, I regretted ever getting into the car. I regretted agreeing to do this in the first place and wished I could turn back the hands of time.

My head banged against the upper part of the trunk each time he took a really rough path and since I was squeezed a little tight into it, it only made me even more uncomfortable. We spent more time on the rough roads than the smooth ones and after a while, it was all rough and I had to hold myself back from making a sound each time. It didn’t help that it was pitch black in here too and light only flooded the trunk briefly each time he passed what I assumed were street lights.

The state of the car didn’t help matters either. It was rickety and spluttered smoke like it was going to break down at any point and now I ha