Sitting at a light.
Silence, except for the tick tick tick of the left turn signal.
Nobody has uttered a word since we got in.
Four people, in their own worlds but the same car.
Driver: husband, father of seven, late fifties, balding.
Passenger #1: mom, mid-thirties, teenage daughter, alone but has a headache.
Passenger #2: husband, father of at least two, mid-forties.
Passenger #1 wonders if passenger #2 has any regrets.
Passenger #3: flustered woman, mid-forties, must remember to pick up milk and cat food on the way home.
She must have regrets too.

Rebekah Boisvert

Executive Procrastinator/Ambassador of Creativity

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