21. Subject: Write about how you drive (or why you don’t)
22. First Line: He watched, helpless, as the door closed behind her
23. Dialogue: “She doesn’t understand you like I do.”
He watched, helpless, as the door closed behind her.
“She doesn’t love you like I do.”
“What do you know about love.”
“Quite a lot actually. You could learn a thing or two from me.”
“As if I would.”
“Should I move, there, to the passenger’s seat?”
“Don’t bother. That spot’s reserved for her.”
“You’re gonna look like a cab driver.”
“I don’t care. Just shut up, will you? We better get going.”
*engine starts and car moves along*
“So we’re really not going to talk. At all.”
“No. I prefer silence right now, thank you.”
“I respect that.”
“…”
“Please. Tell me. Why can’t I sit there next to you?”
“This is her spot.”
“She doesn’t want that spot!”
“No, she doesn’t. She hates the passenger’s seat. She loves to take the wheel, actually.”
“Well just give her the wheel, then.”
“I don’t want to.”
“Now that’s a predicament.”
“It is. We’re complicated that way.”
“I’d never want to take the wheel.”
“Good for you.”
“I could sit there beside you, quietly if you want to.”
“How many times do I have to tell you? That’s her spot.”
“And she doesn’t want it.”
“No, she doesn’t.”
“But I do.”
“…”
“Suit yourself. I don’t want that spot either.”
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