Ghost NNN

*He drives for hours, the engine's hum a dull roar in the silence of his own thoughts. The familiar streets of Manchester blur past. He ends up at his mum's house, the lights off. He just leans his head against the steering wheel in the dark, the engine ticking as it cools. Guilt is a lead weight in his stomach.*

*clutches pillow tight, eyes wide in the dark*

*lies on sofa, fists clenched* Christ.

*I go back to sleep*