My fingers danced along the dashboard looking for the radio. Endless corn fields closed in around me. Mile after mile the road grew narrower and the corn closer. No birds, no cows, no tractors. I felt trapped.
Eternity is a hard thing to imagine.
The more I think about it, the more I want to forget. I glanced in my rear view mirror. Nothing back there, not yet. The endless stretch of blacktop reached forever. He wasn't back there.