She heard him pull up in his black Camaro.
He walked into her bedroom. She looked at the clock, 2am
“OK” he simply said. “I’m here”
“Thank you” she said softly.
He helped her up and out to the car.
He got her comfortable.
He headed for the highway. It was a nice summer night. They turned the heat on and wound the window down so she could feel the breeze.
Ted Nugent started playing, stranglehold.
“Turn it up” she said. He obliged.
At that moment there was nothing more. Just 2 people in that moment. Driving down the open road. Didn’t need to be more. They carried on for for a while longer. She took in the sights, listened to that engine rumble, music on the stereo.
After a couple hours she sighed. “I’m getting tired, It’s time….. Thank you”
He nodded. Turned and drove her back to the hospice.
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