Mo's Manic Monday - Drifting
Posted: Monday, February 05, 2007 by Travis Cody in
My friends, I was inspired by today's word.
I now present my snippet, brought to you by Morgen's Manic Monday word...
Drifting
The blaring of the southbound big rig’s horn startled him awake. His head jerked and he nearly over-corrected and threw his MG under the passing 18 wheeler.
He’d almost drifted across the center divider that time. Oncoming headlights were mesmerizing on this long, lonely stretch of two lane highway.
That was close. The blood rushed and roared in his ears like a hurricane. He blinked his eyes and shook his head, watching the red tail lights fade in his rear view mirror.
He knew he should stop for the night.
But it was only another hour; just 60 more miles. She was waiting. He said he’d be home tonight. After six days on the road, it was past time for him to be home. That false labor had settled it for him. There was no way he was missing the birth of his first child.
He cracked the window down another inch. The frigid air revived him and he breathed deeply. He reached for the Ipod and spun the dial. Anything loud; anything he could sing along with; anything to keep him focused.
Steppenwolf. That’ll do. Get your motor running. Just 50 more miles.
Another set of headlights appeared in the far distance. A yawn escaped him and he shook his head again. His eyes tried to drift shut. Crank up the tuneage again. Roll the window all the way down. Take a sip of cold coffee. GAH. Cold coffee should be iced coffee; cold on purpose; an iced frappacino perhaps.
Whatever – it did the trick. He was alert again.
The car bucked suddenly and the rear end got loose. He felt the MG begin to fishtail out of control. He wrestled the wheel, raised his right foot from the gas pedal, and fought the urge to slam it down on the brake. Those headlights were right on top of him now. The wind sheer from the passing big rig nearly spun him out of control.
But he had it now. He let the MG coast to the shoulder and drift to a stop.
He crawled out on the passenger side of the car and saw the shredded right rear tire. Perfect! Just 40 miles from home, and now he had to change a blow out on a darkened shoulder.
He ducked back into the car and reached for the glove box. Something wasn’t right. Smoke drifted before his eyes. He felt dizzy. He scrubbed at his face with his hands, but no…that’s not…wait…
Why could he see through his hands?
Then he panicked. He saw flashing lights. He heard sirens. He felt a tugging in his limbs. He turned around…
…and saw the mangled MG.
Yeah, should have stopped for the night. But that thought was meaningless now as he drifted ethereally above the gravesite, watching as his heartbroken young bride tossed a handful of dirt on his casket. She cradled her swollen belly, leaning heavily on her father’s arm.
His soundless scream was lost on the breeze as his spirit drifted away from his love and his life.
After reading this a second time...the grasp, grip, squeeze and then BAM....leaves me really really really wanting MORE!!!