Saturday, 7 April 2012

Storypraxis prompt - One eighty

Today she was driving. To nowhere in particular, just driving. Driving and thinking, considering. That was who she was, a thinking driver, on a mission to consider her way into the next part of life. Out here on the main road, the low hedges and big skies made her feel as though she could be on top of a hill, alone and in peace. Deep in thought, consumed by her present and dreaming of a future that she was yet to discover if it was true. A feeling rose inside, a sudden swelling of frustration, she couldn't explain it - intense irritation, almost palpable, it seemed to scratch and itch inside her as she thought of barriers and obstructions, people who would tell her it was all a bad idea. The sun was beating down now and she was too hot, an almost prickly heat and it was all mounting up to become unbearable. In a physical reaction to the limits that she felt descending, she make a sharp one eighty in the road. Smoke rose from the tyres as she turned , and a horn screamed at her as a vehicle swerved past on her right. Shaken out of her reverie she sat, petrified, dreams wiped from her mind as she opened her eyes and saw what she'd just narrowly avoided. Death stared her in the face as she climbed out of her car... 

Daily short story prompts from Storypraxis Storypraxis prompt One Eighty, 7/4/12

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