Autopilot
Drive ees! C’mon Depression! You love drive ees!
There’s something about the jangle of keys that wakes the black dog. Makes it jump in the car and get excited.
The family wagon’s not exactly a sports car but the dog doesn’t care, it’s just happy to be going for a drive. Leaving this place for a while. The vehicle always seems to know where to go. Autopilot.
The air gets colder as Jim heads up the freeway, into the hills. His lungs tighten and he feels his weak chest wheeze a little. The old panic starts to kick in but he keeps the windows down anyway. The dog loves the fresh air, its eyes running and tongue flapping with delight as the houses become fewer and the landscape more remote. New smells greet its nostrils and buried instincts start to tingle. Survival mod
