The Gurney - A Short Story

Photo by Daan Stevens on Unsplash The car cruised along the old road. The darkness of the night only emboldened by the distant moon caused the road to appear almost in a haze. The glow of the headlights on her car weren't enough to create good visibility. Yet here she was, cruising listlessly down the road because she realized she just had to drive. She had to get out of the house, she had to be moving, she had to escape, she had to have some space and some time. She needed the distance to be able to think, to be able to process just what in the world was going on in her life. Tired, but pushing she drove. Exhausted really, she felt as if she was running. "Next thing, next thing, next thing." This was the echo of her life. More, better, get it done, not good enough, more time, more energy, try harder, work harder! She must attain perfection and perfection is ruthless. Perfection will chase you down and make you quiver and she couldn't see that she was ...