The Drive

It always ends the same.

On the rare occasions when I need to take a long drive, silence will eventually envelop the inside of the car when, after a few hours, I lose my voice to the radio of my youth. It is then, in treacle fog, I am left alone with my thoughts.

I question it all: My life, my marriage, my role as mother, my stance as writer. My status within the different aspects of my world come under scrutiny inside the courtroom of my mind.

I turn the music dial louder to drown out the internal monologue and instead focus on counting down the miles until I reach my destination.



About Donna-Louise Bishop

I'm a writer, freelance reporter, creative writing tutor, and blogger, living in the beautiful county of Norfolk UK. In my spare time I am also a wife, a mother to three boys, and a human washing machine.
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26 Responses to The Drive

  1. castorpblog says:

    I feel quite similar sometimes.

  2. treacle fog – perfect way to explain the lost in thoughts feeling you get while driving long distances. I enjoyed this and can certainly relate!

  3. anusrini20 says:

    I like how this reads! 🙂 But I kept wishing for it to go further, for something else to happen.

  4. Asha Rajan says:

    Cars and loud music have always been my refuge at times of emotional crises. It’s reassuring to know I’m not alone, though also sad.

  5. d3athlily says:

    I can never sit in silence, for that very reason. Doubt and regret creep in. I’m so glad you were able to get this piece up, DL! Definitely would love more of it. Xoxo

    • Donna-Louise Bishop says:

      Thanks Mel. Yes I’m pleased I splattered the bare bones of this on my blog. I defo think I will look at expanding this – maybe for the weekend grid x

  6. michellelongo says:

    I can relate to all of this.

    • Donna-Louise Bishop says:

      The feedback for this piece has actually been helpful for more reasons than the writing. I’m starting to feel a little less alone. Thanks for taking the time to read and comment Michelle 🙂

  7. Sara says:

    My car has been my companion through my grief and despair always.Agree with you.

  8. iasoupmama says:

    This is why I love my commute — 30 minutes, twice a day to essentially meditate on whatever’s on my mind. There are times when I don’t even turn on music because I want to get lost in thought so badly.

  9. I can so relate… Love how you pack so much emotion into so few words. Nicely done!

    • Donna-Louise Bishop says:

      Thanks Tracy. Although I know it xN be expanded I just wanted to leave a tiny part of the thought process there to work as a piece on it’s own. I’m glad it worked for you.

  10. Lisa Shaw says:

    When I was in grad school and super stressed I used to get in my car and drive and drive and drive the highway at night listening to the radio. It calmed me like it does a baby somehow. I can totally relate.

  11. Stacie says:

    It’s nice to see you post such a short story to the grid – I think it helps remind people that you don’t have to use all of the words you are allowed. I love having music in my car. But I prefer silence at home when I am trying to read or concentrate. My husband has to have either music or the TV on at all times. It drives me nuts!

    • Donna-Louise Bishop says:

      Thank you! I just needed to plant this little seed here. This piece just felt right for the time, my frame of mind, and was everything I needed to say – for now. Thanks for taking the time to read and comment. I also need silence when I’m concentrating. Husband is usually bashing out heavy metal though. And yes. AT ALL TIMES. Gah.

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