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Apr. 30, 2010 Jacob Ellis was driving a long distance and it would take the better part of a day to get to the delivery point. It was a steel town that he was headed to, where the smoke stacks sent out large black clouds to ruin the blue skies and the life of any birds in the area. On the way there, the smaller towns were only smaller versions of the same. It was peculiar how rough places could be, the pot holes in the side roads so large that a tire could be injured even going slowly and the people there, like forlorn movie characters from some future post apocalyptic time. Graffiti marked some walls- strange signs often warning of this or that. One of the markings had someone’s name on it- a nickname, and it was then crossed out and a numerical designation written under it, the police code listing for murder- meaning that this person was going to be murdered when found. By the lonesome and hard convenience store there, the garbage rolled in the wind along with the smell of trash, where in another time or a better place sea spray would roll in the wind, or the smell of some exotic tree or flower. Along the highway the tow-trucks waited like vultures. Jacob was going along and two cars came past faster than any cars have driven on a non-racetrack place. They went around a few other cars like hornets, like birds or like lightening streaking sideways across the earth with such power and immensity that they were almost not of the earth at all. From the second or two Jacob saw them, he thought one looked like a Monte Carlo and the other a suped-up Chevrolet of some sort- both large cars to be sure, and full of some kind of rage to be going that fast, or so he thought anyway. If anyone had planned on going just a couple inches to the left or the right, or slowing or speeding up for some reason, the cars would have hit something or one another. They were never seen after that, and must have made it where they were going- maybe to die another day or maybe not- charmed as they might be. The highway continued to stretch out, and more blackened skies appeared. There was a sunken feeling to the air, a sunken feeling throughout, and it was as if something vital that lived in most other places had died in those places, and had died long ago, the grave markers even being taken away, but the loss still pronounced and anonymous at once. Jacob soon pulled off and ordered a coffee at a drive-thru. He spat out the window afterwords, a dirty and terrible glob of spit, and inhaled the stagnant summer air of the town, thinking about deciding not to care anyway. ------------ About the Author: For more of Brian's short stories, visit his website: http://www.freewebs.com/storyandstory/. Email Brian Barbeito: Brian1750@Hotmail.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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