The Silent Passenger

The Silent Passenger

It was in the passenger seat of my dad’s car, where I first thought of the analogy that could best describe how I had been living my life for the past three years. It was way too early on a Monday morning, still dark and damp from the previous night’s rain and I sat in silence while my heart raced with every questionable decision my dad made on the road. His car had been burgled a month ago and so the usual distraction of his car radio blaring classic eighties music wasn’t there any more to calm my neurosis. Read more