Deception

Jack had ridden the car for about five minutes now, and the traffic was too much, it was about 5:30 p.m. many people were going back to their houses, so that was what had spotted the traffic.

I and Nicholas remained muted, no one daring to start a conversation, I dreaded it so much.

Each time I felt like talking, a voice will suddenly speak to my head saying that I should not say anything. I was talkative, I needed to talk, an upcoming journalist, if I do not speak I will still find myself talking.

This was true, I had remained silent in the car until the words started spilling out of my mouth alone, I dreaded that feeling so dearly.

I was ranting to myself about this messed up country, and its traffic every evening, I even added dickhead billionaire's like Nicholas Larry in my words.