I drove in silence, Eric beside me on the front seat.

I drove a good many miles beside the flat blue Caribbean sea.

Without speaking again he drove the blade through flesh and into the heart of the man standing beside his wife.

He even tried driving a car along the dirt road beside the ranch.

He scratched his head as they drove along beside the canal.

Instead, he turned the car to the left and drove some forty yards along an open space beside the fence.

She drove beside him for another minute, not saying anything.

But the fishing captain just kept driving the boat beside the current.

Not for the city they drove into, but for the woman beside him.

He didn't say a word, just drove into one beside the highway that let us ride through in the car.