The Drive
Perspiration clings to his forehead as his foot smashes the accelerator; A single key orchestrates his death song. The “new property” snarls as its tires sizzle on the asphalt. The symphony of wailing sirens pursues him down the throat of a choked highway. He fondles the shift and surges ahead. The wind slaps him, but it cannot halt an angry typhoon of flesh and steel. A tear forms in the man’s eye. Why did it have to be like this? Shaking his head, he crushes the pedal harder. The man is hit... Sign in to see full entry.