Midnight Straightaway

The night had been heavy, filled with too many words, too many expectations. She needed out. The freeway stretched before her like an open secret—empty, dark, infinite.

She pulled to the shoulder, unstrapped her heels, and let them fall unceremoniously onto the shoulder. The cool pavement pressed against her bare feet for just a moment before she climbed back in.

One push of the button and the car came alive, a symphony of pistons and promise. Headlights cut into the blackness. She dropped it into gear and pressed the accelerator until the city lights disappeared behind her.

Nothing but speed. Nothing but clarity.

Heels off. Engine on. Salvation.