The Dreaded Commute
he day began. Another car sped by on the free-way and then another. Slowly the asphalt and concrete warmed to the spinning rubber that caressed its surface with greater
and greater urgency. And then the sunlight. Through the whispering trees the laser like rays softened
the tarmac. A screech. Plastic shards. Blood. Sirens. Horns. The endless pounding continued with
a memory that didn't exist. The in-between place. Not where they came from nor where they went but
instead that spot where they didn't want to be. Where they hated to be. Where they slept, ate and drank.
They talked, listened, yelled and swore. A never-ending journey back and forth, back and forth. Never stopping to be in that in-between place.
