Ramming speed

I took the first shift because I thought he’d wanna sleep. I’d gone to bed early so I’d be rested before we left. He never came to bed, instead he stayed up repacking the car like Tetris.

Maybe he was wired from sleep deprivation, but Gawd, he would not stop talking. Kept rambling about people I didn’t know. It was crazy talk most of the time.

Once in morning rush traffic, it took all within me to not ram into a concrete barrier just to shut him up. Something quick and lethal, but, there’d be no cure for my misery.