| otaku |
05-16-2016 09:48 PM |
The needle on the speedometer gobbles greedily at the five mile increments on the display, devouring the meal from zero to fifty in short work. It nibbles and bites, quivering just at the prescribed legal limit to the buffet laid out in front of it. Wind whistles aggressively past the mirrors as rain throws itself against the windshield, defeated droplets sliding up and out of side. The day is losing its grip, sliding into twilight as night marches forward slowly in its wake.
Alan itches to press his foot farther. The faint vibrations under his feet in the well-built vehicle are urging, the low purring of the engine a taught, an enticement. He can imagine the rush. The imagined feeling of being pressed against the seat by speed, like a firm palm against his chest. Purr will turn to a growl, the engine beast thriving in acceleration. Injection lines will shoot lifeblood into the deprived metal heart of it, torque and arcane processes making clawing wheels grip and machine fly forward.
He can nearly taste the speed in his mouth, fingers tight on the steering wheel, speedometer quivering like a puma’s legs before it springs. But it rests at fifty miles per hour, decelerating for the forty mile-per-hour curves. Alan makes it rest there, lifting his foot from the accelerator briefly as he coasts around another curve, the hill biting into his speed enough to warrant a little gas. He gives it just enough to survive and the car glides grudgingly uphill. At the top he’s faced with a stop, two different legs of the road straddling the hill’s downward curve with dark grace.
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