the drive

They drive in silence, the only sound the hum of the engine. They're not fighting, but they're not not fighting either. The tension is palpable, a thick fog that clings to everything. The woman stares out the window, her eyes fixed on some point in the distance. The man's eyes are on the road, his jaw clenched. They're a map of unspoken words, of unresolved issues. The landscape outside is a blur, a green and brown haze that stretches out to the horizon. They're a world unto themselves, a tiny, self-contained universe. The silence between them is a living thing, a creature that breathes and pulses. It's a reminder that some things are better left unsaid, that some silences are more powerful than any words.