“The 401 is backed up to just before the 427 on ramp. Traffic very slow in that area…”
Jane turned the radio off and sighed.
In front lay the endless stretch of redundant cars and trucks. Progress stalled. Their purpose thwarted.
Bill sat silently behind the wheel, biting his lip. Squinting his eyes as if concentrating on something in the far distance.
The engine politely mumbling its own misgivings.
“Must have been an accident” Jane offered.
He married the wrong woman.
He knew it.
Everyone was so happy, so pleased. Perfect for eachother.
The same road everyday, together apparently.
“…and it should eventually clear as soon as we remove some unresolved emotional blocks”.
“I hope no one was hurt” she said, ignoring her own.