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1 original: Fragments II
Title: Fragments II
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Another "fragment".
Through the windshield she could see the mixture of blue, purple, and pink in the sky perfectly. The off-white sign on the side of the road said the speed limit was 50, but she pushed down the gas pedal and her speed reached an illegal 70 miles per hour. She didn't think her little car – old and worn but working great – could go any faster. She wasn't ready to slow down. She had only put 100 miles between herself and her old life. She could turn back easily, be sucked into its life-stealing gravitational pull.
As the green scenery of trees and nature passing by her broke into a dessert, she knew she was going to be free. Rolling down her window, she saw a car zoom pass her without looking her way. She wasn't driving dangerously – only fast. Staying firmly planted between the yellow line and the side of the road, she was safe. If she could just keep driving, she could leave it all behind.
The dessert air rushed through the windows, suffocating the city girl. Breathing was easy; it was the smell. The smell of nature and hot weather. She'd never been this far away from her home before. Stuck into a tiny bubble that her parents must have through protected her – as misguided as they were, they always loved her, and she knew once she was settled she'd contact them again – she had never felt so free or so closed in at the same time. The dessert was a sandy brown, of course, and the vegetation that had once been there was long dried up in the unbearable heat and lack of water. It was perfect. This was the perfect escape route.
Her only bag – holding her eighteen years of life – only had two hundred dollars in it, but it was enough. It had to be enough. She'd make her own life; create her own name for herself and not what her family and old friends thought she should be. She'd be who she wanted to be. The thought pushed her forward, through the bleak surroundings toward the setting sun.
The blazing light on the horizon didn't blind her; it shown her the way to her new life, to her new self. She couldn't make it; if she could just keep going, she could make it on her own.
With crystalline clarity, she took in the scene. A beer bottle lay broken on the side of the road that was already littered with cigarette butts and fast food trash. It was a disgusting sight, but she didn't mind. It meant that she wasn't at home anymore – the perfect landscapes of tall buildings and people wandering around aimless. She wasn't one of the drones that lived in that city; from a small age she knew she'd never find happiness there. In fact, all that she was driving away from was despair and disappointment. It was a sorry existence.
She took a sharp right; almost scaring herself as a car zoomed by her again, breaking the silence. Driving on, she left the sunset to her right and the air grew colder. The sunset was almost over, setting on her own life and ready to rise when she had reached her new one. The sun knew what was happening and it was happy to oblige her fantasy. It disappeared behind some buildings as she lower her speed to the speed limit and drove through a sleepy town. The street lamps had automatically turned on, basking the car's interior in a quiet yet sickly yellow light.
When she broke free of that town, she saw dessert again, but no sun. The sun had been replaced by the faint light of the moon in a dark blue sky.
As she increased her speed once again, she knew she could drive like this for hours.
Rating: G
Author's Notes: Another "fragment".
Through the windshield she could see the mixture of blue, purple, and pink in the sky perfectly. The off-white sign on the side of the road said the speed limit was 50, but she pushed down the gas pedal and her speed reached an illegal 70 miles per hour. She didn't think her little car – old and worn but working great – could go any faster. She wasn't ready to slow down. She had only put 100 miles between herself and her old life. She could turn back easily, be sucked into its life-stealing gravitational pull.
As the green scenery of trees and nature passing by her broke into a dessert, she knew she was going to be free. Rolling down her window, she saw a car zoom pass her without looking her way. She wasn't driving dangerously – only fast. Staying firmly planted between the yellow line and the side of the road, she was safe. If she could just keep driving, she could leave it all behind.
The dessert air rushed through the windows, suffocating the city girl. Breathing was easy; it was the smell. The smell of nature and hot weather. She'd never been this far away from her home before. Stuck into a tiny bubble that her parents must have through protected her – as misguided as they were, they always loved her, and she knew once she was settled she'd contact them again – she had never felt so free or so closed in at the same time. The dessert was a sandy brown, of course, and the vegetation that had once been there was long dried up in the unbearable heat and lack of water. It was perfect. This was the perfect escape route.
Her only bag – holding her eighteen years of life – only had two hundred dollars in it, but it was enough. It had to be enough. She'd make her own life; create her own name for herself and not what her family and old friends thought she should be. She'd be who she wanted to be. The thought pushed her forward, through the bleak surroundings toward the setting sun.
The blazing light on the horizon didn't blind her; it shown her the way to her new life, to her new self. She couldn't make it; if she could just keep going, she could make it on her own.
With crystalline clarity, she took in the scene. A beer bottle lay broken on the side of the road that was already littered with cigarette butts and fast food trash. It was a disgusting sight, but she didn't mind. It meant that she wasn't at home anymore – the perfect landscapes of tall buildings and people wandering around aimless. She wasn't one of the drones that lived in that city; from a small age she knew she'd never find happiness there. In fact, all that she was driving away from was despair and disappointment. It was a sorry existence.
She took a sharp right; almost scaring herself as a car zoomed by her again, breaking the silence. Driving on, she left the sunset to her right and the air grew colder. The sunset was almost over, setting on her own life and ready to rise when she had reached her new one. The sun knew what was happening and it was happy to oblige her fantasy. It disappeared behind some buildings as she lower her speed to the speed limit and drove through a sleepy town. The street lamps had automatically turned on, basking the car's interior in a quiet yet sickly yellow light.
When she broke free of that town, she saw dessert again, but no sun. The sun had been replaced by the faint light of the moon in a dark blue sky.
As she increased her speed once again, she knew she could drive like this for hours.