Excerpt (written on Day 4)
November 5, 2009 § Leave a comment
This is an example of something I find hilarious in my head. I don’t know how well it translates.
He knew every building and every car parked along the street. Except for that Mercedes parked along the curb just outside of his building. The sleek black car clashed painfully with the rusted out white Cadillac and Honda civic that flanked it. As he came nearer, he saw the figure of a woman slumped back against the driver’s seat. A quick glance up and down the street showed no movement. His footsteps quickened and he burst into a jog, sliding between the cars until he was looking in through the side window. Pulling the sleeve of his shirt over his hand, he tested the door. Locked. Locked?
At once the body behind the wheel jerked up as though attached to the hands of the cruelest kind of puppeteer, and began to scream.
“Jesus Christ!” Dunn jumped back from the car. His eyes quickly narrowed as he looked closer and recognized the driver. “Michelle?” The dark-haired woman’s hands had come up in front of her face, a tiny can of Mace poised to strike. Her mouth opened, the dark red lips forming a small ‘o’ of surprise. His sister rolled down her window and glared up at him.
“You nearly gave me a heart attack, Oliver! What were you thinking?”
“I gave you–? What was I–?” He managed to stop himself and took a deep breath before he went off the rails completely.