keep driving

[mudpies]

it was after midnight, the streets were empty and poorly illuminated. she was driving faster than she was used to, much faster than she was supposed to. wind rushing in from the windows combed her hair off her face and her orange shirt almost off her body. It was a fine night with old friends, she thought.. alcohol liberates all the timid words and happiness changes form on nights like this. she had to make it home soon only she didnt want to. she couldnt go back to handling loneliness after such long hours of talk and laughter. she still had words on her tongue and a questioning smile on her face. she looked too pretty to go to bed yet.
she turned the volume up and took the long way..she was 'dropping off a friend'.