Drifting Off

We had one last scouting location to visit before we called it quits and put this wise statewide goose-hunt to an end.

It was a trump card, a last resort kind of deal… a contingency option if all else fails, a plan so strictly confidential that even I wasn't allowed to know about it… hence the vagueness. 

"You'll see when we get there…" was all Amanda had to say on the matter, clenching hard on the steering wheel. 

There wasn't much chatter on the road forward, with only the jingle and chimes of Christmas tunes on the radio keeping the car away from being essentially a mobile library.

She kept her focus glued to the road, growing more angsty the deeper we drove right back into the bustling heart of the city. Meanwhile, I had my face propped up against the window, thoughts speedily adrift, much like the view of the outside.