Wordle #1039 – ROVER
As Bree whipped her car off the shoulder and back onto the road, I got a better look at my Subaru.
Its nose was flat against the scaly trunk of a looming pine tree, striped by the rain, mere feet away from a steep drop-off into the murky darkness below.
The sight shocked me—sharpened my alcohol-blunted senses just enough for me to picture how badly things could have gone.
The drunken giddiness that had been hugging me head-to-toe let go of its warm embrace. Even with Bree beside me, I felt utterly alone, more isolated and pathetic than the Curiosity rover singing “Happy Birthday” to itself on the desolate plains of Mars. Or at least, that’s what I felt I deserved.
“Why did you do that?” I asked, my tongue sluggish.
“What do you mean?” Bree’s eyes kept flicking between the road and the rearview mirror, but she spared a look for me. “Do what?”
“That, back there.” My mind was sluggish, too. “You didn’t have to…”
“What? And let you get hit with another DUI?” Bree seemed offended that I had even asked. “You’re still on probation, aren’t you?”
“Unsupervised, yeah. And it was only my first one…” I trailed off, realizing mid-sentence that this wasn’t the flattering defense I’d thought it was.
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