Behind them was the town. In front of them was the unknown. The highway stretched out, melting into the vista. They had a choice. Taking the asphalt alley could result in failure yet it promised adventure and a chance of something sublime. They looked back at the town. It was safe and secure yet they both knew there was nothing there for them. They looked at each other. Not a word was spoken. They both knew what they wanted. The engine started, began to rev and the car was put in motion.
…and the car screamed along the asphalt alley and eventually they could no longer see the town, only the road that unfolded before them.
The car rolled backwards, back to the safety and security of the town.
Written while listening to Bruce Springsteen’s Born to Run.