Drive

I'm used to creating images with images, not images with words. However, I was curious to see if I could do it. So this blog post isn't anything profound or super serious. It's just a short, made up story I wrote. Is it any good? I don't know. I guess that's up to you to decide :)

It's late. Later than he anticipated. And it's colder than he had remembered it being a couple hours ago. He's about 30 feet from his truck. He pushes the unlock button on the key fob as he briskly walks and watches as the interior light flashes on. He arrives at the door and opens it, hearing the familiar click from the latching mechanism. He hops into the cab and shuts the door. He grabs the key from his jacket pocket and inserts it into the ignition. It's dark, but he's done it a million times and knows exactly where the key goes without having to look. As quickly as he can, he turns the key and the engine roars to life. He throws the gear selector into reverse, cuts the wheel to the left and hits the gas. He lifts his foot off the gas and mashes the brake. He pulls the lever down two notches into the drive position, straightens out the wheel and jams his foot back onto the accelerator. He hears a slight screech from the tires as he then glides to the stop sign. The pavement glistens in front of the yellow glow of the headlights. It had rained earlier that day and the asphalt was still damp. He was turning right. With no traffic visible in either direction, he romped on the gas pedal as hard as he could and turned to the right. The tires gave a profound squeal as he felt the rear end start to break loose and slide. Without having to think, he turned the wheel back to the left still keeping the gas pedal pressed tightly to the floor. Eventually the tires began to grip the road again and propel the truck in a more forward motion. He slowly straightened the steering wheel to bring the truck out of the oversteer and back in line with his lane. He stopped at the next intersection, a 4-way, then sped off into the night. He wasn't fully aware of it at that moment, but he would realize it soon enough. He let out a sob and wiped his eyes, one at a time, always keeping one hand on the steering wheel. His vision was blurred by the tears, and his mind by that word. It was a word he never wanted to hear again, although he would hear it many more times throughout his life. The word contradicted itself! It made no sense. He would later realize that it wasn't so much the word he had a problem with, but what the word meant.
- Goodbye