Driver

This is a short piece that I wrote in a creative writing class. enjoy.


Driver

“You can drive,” said Tom as he threw the keys to Mike

 “No, you can drive” responded Mike, throwing them back

“Are you sure? i always drive and i think its about your turn.”

Mike stood still in the car park next to the passenger side door waiting for Tom to unlock the car.

“its easier if you drive, its already late and i’m not used to driving your car.”

“You’re not used to driving any car,” retorted Tom.

Mike stared at Tom in stony faced silence.

“C’mon,” continued Tom, “Its an auto, its easy to drive. Driving is like riding a bike. you never forget. What has it been? two years?”

“three,” answered Mike Curtly.

“Why wont you drive Mike?”

“Its Too Dark”

“Dark!” Tom looked at Mike mockingly. “Have you seen the headlights on this baby? Blue LED’s. they turn night into day.”

“Your car doesn’t have passenger airbags.”

“So?”

“I don’t want to kill you!” yelled Mike in a panic.

“OK,” reassured Tom, “I’ll Drive again.”