Abigail sat quietly close to the window letting her mind get distracted by the swift movement of objects they passed by.
Today left her physically and emotionally exhausted.
She shut down her mind from replaying the events that occurred today and appreciated the solitude in the car.
Sparing a look at the driver, who was an aged fellow though hearty and very warm to ask how much longer it would take to get home. The need for a warm shower was increasing, to rid the aches in her muscles and refresh her mind.
Like he read her mind, the driver under the name James, glanced at her through the rear mirror, before saying, "Don't worry Ms Abigail, we would soon be home."
She gave a nod.
He stayed true to his words a few minutes later they arrived at the house, Abigail thanked him and exited
