The the soft jangle of her keys was the only sound as she took them off of the hook next to the front door.
Which was to be expected since it was the middle of the night.
There was nobody in the house other than her, nobody to wake up, but it didn’t feel right to be loud leaving the silent.
She had nobody to leave, and nobody to go to. She’d long since made sure of that.
Not that it was her own fault. She couldn’t help it. There was just no longer anybody to sneak out with her in the middle of the night.
Why was she doing this again?
Just to take a nice drive. A simple drive, in the middle of the night. When the city was silent and nobody else was around. When the street lights were on but there was nobody beneath them. When the cars were but ants left sitting still in their driveways and on curbs. When the birds stopped their incessant chattering. When it was as though all of them had all vanished, and she was the only person left in the world,
and she wouldn’t have been bothered by it.