Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Book Intrigue... Can I Do It?

He stared in the rear view, still making sure he was alone. He didn't feel alone, but no headlights in the dimming evening light reassured him to not trust his gut. He checked the mirror again and accelerated. The road had been swinging left and right, and rolling cresting over wave after wave in the near countryside. The trees were starting to lessen and he didn't seem to have the same comfort as city driving as his diversity of exits had turned to two; straight ahead or back.

He rolled down the window and felt the cool air playfully frolic with his hair. He adjusted the mirror in an attempt to relax. He couldn't. His heart had been pounding through his ears and even cut out the REM that was pool-hall music loud. He sat back a little as he came over the hill, exposing the entire horizon. It was magnificent he thought, but couldn't concentrate on the idea. He had far too much to think about after the events that had only happened that morning.

He could still smell the blood. The gun powder still sweetly stinging his nostrils. He un-buttoned the top button just behind his tie which he had still yet to loosen. He knew he'd have to stop and get gas soon, but didn't want to. He was headed north, not to anywhere in particular, but hopefully somewhere quiet. Somewhere to collect his thoughts and consider his options.

He unbuckled and unholstered his sidearm. It was lighter than it's normal security of weight, but he wasn't sure how many rounds he had fired from it. A fog in his memory he had never felt before. He placed it on the dash and pulled his tie with a quick smooth motion, unraveling it perfectly limp into his hand. He tossed it towards the backseat and began to wonder how long it had been since he started driving. He had barely moved and was finally starting to regain some composure. He checked the rear view mirror again.

This time he feared his luck had run out.