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Interstate Romance (Random)

Author: Childoutspoken
ASL Info:    21/F
Elite Ratio:    3.73 - 340 /440 /126
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Class/Type: Prose /Misc
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Interstate Romance (Random)

Its an interstate romance. His soft, blurry eyes locked with mine for that brief second and then he sped on by and I was left wondering if anything could have ever come of that. The road is stretching out in front of me, long and winding and black like a river at night. The reflectors and lines are dulled by the heavy fog thats drifting over everything, in fact I can barely make out headlights of other cars.
I think the speed limit signs read 65, but my speedometer says 97 and I'm trying to figure out who's lying as I take another drink from this super-large speedway cup. Whatever I had been drinking when I bought this was now so dilluted it tasted like the flavored water that people are so keen to buy these days.
By some stroke of luck I pull up next to Mr. Hottie-Ina-Mustang(Ang with a twang) again. He looks over at me, seperated by two windows and a passenger's seat, that smile still on his lips. I take my eyes off the road for a few seconds, my heart speeding up a bit.
Do interstate romances ever go anywhere? Do they ever end up working out? Probably not. Its simple flirting, the kind you do when you know that you'll never see that person again in your life. As my heartbeat increases, so does my speed, and soon I've passed Mr. Hottie and I'm lost again on this road, alone and remarkably calm.
The rain starts to hit my windsheild and car-roof with that annoying pitter-patpatpat, pitter-patpatpat and I flick my windsheild wipers on as it begins to pick up. I know I should slow down but I'm only about an hour from home and a nice hot bath sounds good to me. Stupid rain, stupid road, stupid cars and their gas-eating propelling system thing. I turn on the radio for some noise, trying to drown out the sound of the rain, an unsucessful attempt. Slowly I surrender to it and turn off the radio again.
The fog seems to wrap tighter around my vehicle as the rain continues down in a solid white sheet. Will this never let up?
The sound of the rain becomes fuller, heavier and more overpowering. I glance over as headlights flash in my rearview and blind me mometarily. Mr.Hottie makes a second comeback. I look over to smile at him as he passes me but it looks like he's decided to make his move. Amidst the rain, the fog, the headlights, the road, the reflectors, the metal, the glass he makes his move. An embrace so powerful neither of us shall ever forget it, if we live to remember it.

Submitted on 2005-06-04 17:26:17     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  again, we must have the same brain, and still i laughed. never like busting out or anything, jsut a lil "heh" or two ^v^

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| Posted on 2005-09-11 00:00:00 | by The Blue Panda | [ Reply to This ]
  Interesting. Very well written, I was certainly in the car with you, and I loved your mysterious ending, I can guess what happens, but it don't matter.

Very good, and very publishable, you gotta be happy with this...

Be Happy

| Posted on 2005-06-04 00:00:00 | by wewak11 | [ Reply to This ]

I have no words, this was so powerful. It's amazing how we can sense the hopelessness of a situation but never surrender to it. It takes us down with one swift motion and we're drowning in suttle changes it gives us.

After reading this I could smell the air and feel the humidity after a rain fall. I was sucked in and now the I'm drowning in the suttle changes it gave me.

| Posted on 2005-06-05 00:00:00 | by darkwisdom623 | [ Reply to This ]
  hmmm...not sure if you're crashing or fuc*ing in the end there, but I like the visuals that you painted here. I could taste the watered-down drink and definitely can relate to the going 97mph-thing. I always drive too fast...
| Posted on 2005-06-07 00:00:00 | by Emerging Soul | [ Reply to This ]
  Nice write. I liked the way you described what was happening so clearly. I also loved the way you described the rain falling against your car. I absolutely love the rain :]. But I'm still sort of confused on what happened at the end.. I have an idea of what it MIGHT be but I'm still unsure. Maybe it could be what I'm thinking or there could also be a twist to it. I don't know. Anyhow.. I like it. Hope to hear more from you.

Take. Care.

| Posted on 2005-06-07 00:00:00 | by binkerz | [ Reply to This ]
  This is terrific. You have a lot of talent. Other than 'ing' verb (watch out for those), a nicely done story.
You should submit this somewhere.


| Posted on 2005-06-09 00:00:00 | by joeyalphabet | [ Reply to This ]

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