It was just another ride, on another day, along another highway, towards another job.
But, he was alone.
It was just another argument, another battle of wills, another wise-crack too many.
So, he was alone.
He switched on the radio. "All by myself..." Seriously? He switched it off.
He hated being alone. Who needs all that time to think? Do you always have to be right? Was he angry at himself or his brother?
He drove on; but could he leave his brother stranded? Well, I'm not apologizing. Let him steal a car.
He pulled off the road deciding he was angry with himself, mostly.
Then he heard his phone and read the message.
"Jerk"
He shook his head, rolled his eyes and muttered, "Bitch."
He quickly made the u-turn, to go pick up his brother, then, in his mirror he saw the flashing lights.
And heard the siren.
As he slowed to pull the car over he thought, "so much for being alone ."