Our Place

“I’m borrowing your car.” I told my mom.

“You never drive.” Her brows drew together.

I like biking better.

I like the air. The time to think.

“I know! But I need it now.” I suspected that normally she’d have told me no, but seeing my face today, she could see the urgency.

She went back into her office to retrieve them.

“What happened while we were gone?” She asked hesitantly as she returned from her office to drop them in my outstretched hand.

“I’ll tell you when I get back!”

Just not everything. I shuddered at that thought as I skipped out the door.

I hopped in her car and turned the key. Pulling onto the slick road and pointing the car to the far side of town.

To the dirt track.