THE PASSENGER by Anthony Dragonetti
When I can’t think of what to do, I have no choice but to go fast. I grab my car keys from under a pile of crumpled receipts by the door. I’d throw them out, but what if I need them someday? I could be audited. I could need an alibi. I focus back on the keys. It’s important to avoid rabbit holes. I can feel my tongue in my mouth. It’s time to go. I get in my car and fly out of my condo development’s parking lot in reverse and swing forward towards the ramp to I-295. It’s…