We drove home in silence
We drove home in silence. Not total silence, the banter of the afternoon radio hosts was softly drifting out of the speakers, but we hadn’t said a word to each other since I got in the car. In fact, we hadn’t spoken since last night.
This morning I woke up and went through the morning routine without so much as a “Good Morning.” I passed her as she was leaving the bathroom. Our eyes locked for a few seconds before she turned away; there was no disgust in her eyes, no pain. She just continued on. By the time I was out of the shower she had left for work.
My mind focussed on my work, I didn’t think of her again until it was time to go home. I collected my things, turned off the monitor, and headed downstairs.
She was already waiting when I reached the carpark. I opened the door and put my bag on the back seat before finally taking my own. She didn’t say anything, and neither did I. I just sat and stared into the future distorted by the rain on the windscreen.
We drove home in silence.