The Passenger
7 min readFeb 26, 2020
Jake dragged himself out the front door, buttoning his coat as he headed for the driveway. His coffee mug in one hand, his keys and briefcase in the other, he stepped over an icy puddle with his head down.
Grumbling to himself, he dumped the briefcase in the backseat and slid inside. Maybe the heater would kick in before he got to work for once. Still grumbling, he pulled the old car into traffic.