Space
The rain lashes down, beating a bitter rat-a-tat-tat against the roof of the car. The headlights reflect back the murky fog that had descended over the valley as the soft day had slipped into an angry listless night. I stare out the window: the dark hedgerows with their gnarly branches reaching out into the narrow country lane, the faint light of a distant farmhouse, the droplets beading on the glass obscuring whatever else lay waiting in that dark dismal fog. I shift in my seat, attempting to wake my numb legs. My brother’s head slumps against my shoulder, pushing me closer to the icy window. I gently push him back. Seconds later, my brother is once more sprawled across the backseat of the car. His head is a cumbersome burden on my stiff shoulder. Groaning softly to myself, I shove him emphatically to the other side of the backseat. He lets out a terse snore. I wait. His head stays where it’s supposed to stay. A smile flickers across my face. I stretch out my legs glee...
