On their second day of driving they rode in the comfortable silence that comes when everything’s been said.
The miles behind them covered discussions of their children, now with her parents, and their pending stay at the coast. Neither felt the need to explore anything more than the passing mile markers or roadside oddities.
“Did you see that?” Josie asked.
“On the shoulder. It looked like a body.”
“You mean the mattress?”
“That wasn’t a mattress. It was too lumpy.”
“It’s been hit by a car or two. It wasn’t a body, Jo.”
Unconvinced, they rode on in silence.
An unprompted drabble, 100 words.