Un-determined road

by Confessions

We got into our black 2008 Honda Civic and just drove.
We didn’t care about the broken AC and the fact that the car smelt like old people who had a lot of cats.
We were getting away.
The sun was so strong it caused the car to feel hot and sticky. But I just wanted to go, go as far as I could without a plan or a destination.
So we drove.
Windows down, the wind flowing through my long brown hair. My right arm hung out the window as it made a wave motion against the pressure of the fast, warm, breezy air.
I looked over at him and even with my shades on he knew, he knew that this was it.
This was what I needed.
A spontaneous, non-determined summer get away.

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