100 words: the road to the room - richard strange

three occupants in this car - each of us thinking of a different destination.

it feels real enough to hurt, but i can't for the life of me remember how i got here.

nobody's talking. the car has a cd-player and various preprogrammed radio stations. there's no need.

in the back with the map and the crap, the music's so loud, even if i wanted to talk, they couldn't hear me.

and at the other end, what? when i look forward, there's nothing - just me slipping over the edge.

he turns the sound up and i look out the window.