100 Words a Day 342

The road was smooth and straight. The car’s wheels hugged the asphalt and the driver watched the featureless desert scream by. The interior of the car was quiet; the only sounds were the radio, playing the Eagles, and the air conditioning, blowing cool air on the driver’s face and legs. One hand rested on the lowest point of the steering wheel. The other was placed on the shifter, not because she was preparing to change gear, simply out of habit. Her foot stayed steady on the accelerator, cruise control was for wimps, as she reached forward and moved the dial.