Title: The Fight
"Go slower," she says.
His eyes glance off the road, to the speedometer and back, before he replies. "It's fine."
"It's not," she insists. "You're driving too fast."
"It's the expressway," he says, in a frustrated tone. "What's the point in having a fast car if I can't take it up to this speed once in a while?"
"The point is walking away with all of our limbs intact." Her voice is tart. She doesn't state all of her concerns. It's dark out, and the rain is obstructing vision. The expressway winds through the mountains, with an edge simply dropping away on one side.
But the shadow of the fight hangs over her too strongly and she can't bring herself to keep the snippishness out of her voice.
Ordinarily, he'd know it too. But he doesn't want to listen to reason any more than she does.
There is a sudden explosion of light on the side of the road.
"There, we missed a Food Mall. If you hadn't been going so fast-"
"What? You hate those places."
"Its still a place to get out, stretch your feet..."
A few minutes later, she's still going on about it. He's trying to defend, but the exchange is bringing him down.
"You want to stop? We'll stop."
Abruptly, he starts slowing the car dow, switching lanes to get to the left.
"What are you doing?"
"Stopping," he says, his teeth clenched.
"You can't stop on the expressway!" He would love to see her expression right now, but he's focussing on the road.
"Says who?" But just this little bit of outrage has switched his mood, making it more playful and less dark.
She's not impressed.
"Go slower," she says.
His eyes glance off the road, to the speedometer and back, before he replies. "It's fine."
"It's not," she insists. "You're driving too fast."
"It's the expressway," he says, in a frustrated tone. "What's the point in having a fast car if I can't take it up to this speed once in a while?"
"The point is walking away with all of our limbs intact." Her voice is tart. She doesn't state all of her concerns. It's dark out, and the rain is obstructing vision. The expressway winds through the mountains, with an edge simply dropping away on one side.
But the shadow of the fight hangs over her too strongly and she can't bring herself to keep the snippishness out of her voice.
Ordinarily, he'd know it too. But he doesn't want to listen to reason any more than she does.
There is a sudden explosion of light on the side of the road.
"There, we missed a Food Mall. If you hadn't been going so fast-"
"What? You hate those places."
"Its still a place to get out, stretch your feet..."
A few minutes later, she's still going on about it. He's trying to defend, but the exchange is bringing him down.
"You want to stop? We'll stop."
Abruptly, he starts slowing the car dow, switching lanes to get to the left.
"What are you doing?"
"Stopping," he says, his teeth clenched.
"You can't stop on the expressway!" He would love to see her expression right now, but he's focussing on the road.
"Says who?" But just this little bit of outrage has switched his mood, making it more playful and less dark.
She's not impressed.
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